Good. I was hoping you would check in this morning, Sean.
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I think I need to stick with my original plans of never drinking again. It's not at all fun any more.
Life seems more worth enduring currently, so this probably is mostly a result of hormonal surges (I don't enjoy being a girl). But the hormones have lots of buried issues to play with. Stupid life.
Well, I was being productive this morning, but now my energy and motivation seem to have run off without me.
Looks like my parents are most likely not going to be at my brother's wedding. Awesome.
Thank you for checking in, Sean. I was worried about you.
My mom flipped out and cried and blamed her diabetes on them and said she would kill herself on their wedding day if they got married. And then my dad called angrily asking why my brother made her miserable and why she was crying all day.
My future sister-in-law's family, on the other hand, is ecstatic.
Oh good lord, PC. I'm so sorry. But damn, mom, that kind of fucked-up emotional blackmail is just sick.
HOW WAS THE CRUISE?!?!
Oh fuck, P-C.
My mom flipped out and cried and blamed her diabetes on them and said she would kill herself on their wedding day if they got married. And then my dad called angrily asking why my brother made her miserable and why she was crying all day.
This is the kind of behavior that needs to be completely ignored. As soon as this nonsense starts, you (and/or your brother) say "I have to go. Goodbye."
Or -- if you are a dick like me and want to get nuclear on them -- call the police and tell them your mother is suicidal. That will end that shit RIGHT THERE.
But maybe don't be a dick like me. Going nuclear is kind of a last-ditch, I-am-SO-OVER-your-fucking-BULLSHIT move to make.