yeah, well, the thing is, I think I was supposed to hear about this a few months ago. Somehow, I didn't...fuck if I know why. But that doesn't stop him from thinking his daughter, the college graduate who speaks two languages, can't take or leave a phone message, or respond to official letters in the mail. Really? And I honestly think the bump will be comparatively modest for all this psychodrama, but his money is normal and my money is magic and spends 400 times. In his head, he's totes setting me up for life so it's the only thing we've talked about all year.(I mean, hey, more is better, but a Brinks truck is not pulling up to my house any time soon.) Honestly, twenty years on benefits makes me feel like the Loser lizard Queen anyway. And he is just looking for a ticket out of my life, anyway. And then he starts in on my attitude, and how I should feel, which always makes me want to be Tony Soprano so I can growl "I'm sorry, with all I have to do today, I don't have time to suck your dick.(um, not literally, all his scars are internal.) Basically, I'm not sixteen. Although things aren't as different from that as I'd like to be.
'Sleeper'
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.
Happy Birthday, Em!
Oh, yeah, Em, have a great birthday. My eighth was pretty great, from what I remember.
Sorry your dad sucks, erika.
Me too. I told my mom it would be okay if she cheated to have me, but no such luck. I guess Denis Leary's never coming back for me, after all. Even if my first word was "asshole!"
EM IS NOT EIGHT YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW. She is still a tiny wee toddler, right?
Holy crap, I leave for Vegas tomorrow. I have to figure out what the hell I'm packing for a week. I AM BEING SENT TO LAS VEGAS FOR A WORK CONFERENCE. (Asscaps because I am still really surprised by this.)
Jilli,
I hope you had a better time than I did. Vegas was just TOO MUCH for me. I literally needed to be in my hotel room in the dark to survive the sensory overload.
I hope you had a better time than I did. Vegas was just TOO MUCH for me. I literally needed to be in my hotel room in the dark to survive the sensory overload.
I'm sorry to hear that! I think I'll do fine in Vegas; I've been there before (for a gothy event), and I didn't feel overwhelmed. Plus, I'm looking forward to playing slot machines and having nice people bring me alcohol.
I wasn't that into Vegas, but I bet it would be fun with you, Jilli.