Oh honey. I knew that. I just hadn't put it together. That really fucking sucks.
Angelus ,'Smile Time'
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Shit Maria, I was just working that out. I'm so sorry. I hope this can subside to a dull roar for you as soon as possible, and V Day at least can be a day of reminiscence rather than full blown sorrow.
I don't like being single
And being disappointed or upset because you haven't achieved something you value is perfectly...expectable? Reasonable? Everything like that. Thinking you're a bad person because you haven't achieved something you value is...well, knowing it's a logical flaw isn't going to make the pain go away. But there's no correlation between "good person" and "in a relationship". Hitler was a vegetariansignificant other.
And I know there's no way to talk you out of what you *feel*, but that doesn't mean I won't try and alter that you *know*.
well, knowing it's a logical flaw isn't going to make the pain go away. But there's no correlation between "good person" and "in a relationship".
I know, and I appreciate that.
Although now I'm wondering if annexing the Sudetenland would help me get a date.
Maria, that's neither superficial nor whining. It's dreadful timing for something dreadful. I'm so sorry.
{{{Maria}}} I was connecting those dates, too, and desperately hating the unjustness of it.
Maria, that is just the big suck cherry on a mountain of suck and shit. Ugh.
Although now I'm wondering if annexing the Sudetenland would help me get a date.
Let the record show that Sean's romantic life demands Liebensraum.
Maria, that's neither superficial nor whining.
Yes, this. I'm the only one being superficial in here right now. You're being perfectly ficial.
Allow me some superficial whining for a moment... Not only is today tainted but my birthday will never be the same. I'll always know the next day is when my husband died.
Not superficial. At all. Grief is an immeasurable, unfathomable burden. The hell of it is, no matter how much we wish we could carry part or all of it for you, it is impossible. But we can be at your side with a gentle hand at those inevitable times when you stumble under the load.
I hope that one day you can see it as his will triumphing over the winding down of his body long enough to get to see one last birthday with you. But yeah, right now it sucks beyond the telling of it.
Maria, come 2013, if you aren't somewhere awesome, please let me have you here. We'll incorporate you into my my neighbor tri-some of bdays, which we're doing tomorrow. Hell, if you want to, show up at 3610 at 6:30. I realize that is probably impossible, but I'll be thinking of you.