Whoa! I... I think I'm having a thought. Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's a thought. Now I'm having a plan. Now I'm having a wiggins.

Xander ,'First Date'


Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


Connie Neil - May 29, 2012 7:34:28 am PDT #14247 of 30001
brillig

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.


sj - May 29, 2012 7:44:32 am PDT #14248 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Well, I was being productive this morning, but now my energy and motivation seem to have run off without me.


Polter-Cow - May 29, 2012 8:21:12 am PDT #14249 of 30001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!

Looks like my parents are most likely not going to be at my brother's wedding. Awesome.


Atropa - May 29, 2012 8:21:52 am PDT #14250 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Thank you for checking in, Sean. I was worried about you.


Polter-Cow - May 29, 2012 8:31:36 am PDT #14251 of 30001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!

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.


meara - May 29, 2012 8:33:34 am PDT #14252 of 30001

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?!?!


brenda m - May 29, 2012 8:35:27 am PDT #14253 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Oh fuck, P-C.


Steph L. - May 29, 2012 8:37:13 am PDT #14254 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

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.


Atropa - May 29, 2012 8:39:06 am PDT #14255 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

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.

points at Teppy's post

This. THIS. Yeah, it's a last-stand sort of move, but damn. I kind of want you to do it.


Cass - May 29, 2012 8:40:54 am PDT #14256 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

P-C, that is your mother's loss. Not your brother's. I am thrilled for he and his bride to be. Kid is making his own life and choosing his own happiness not necessarily at her expense but by making his own choices. I could not be prouder of him.

We'll try to be clear that Merlin's going to be fine and offer to keep ex-not-owner up to date by e-mail with his progress.

That is a fantastic idea.

I have the best insurance broker. She just called because my policy for renters and auto was near lapsing. I'd called them a couple of weeks ago but was driving and don't have any card numbers memorized. Told them that they'd probably need to call me this time and as soon as they caught me not driving and not in a hospital room, I'd pay. They totally did. And never once made me feel bad about it.

When I just talked to her and paid and apologized for being the problem client this time, she said not to worry and they hoped my dad did really well. People who are nearly strangers can be really nice. Especially because after my initially telling them that I was in SD and away from any paperwork and my dad was ill, I've never mentioned it again to them. They just kept track for me.

Sometimes people are nice. It's nice to be reminded of it.