I am a little drunk. We had three episodes of True Blood to catch up on tonight, and it required a lot of alcohol.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
I think she's kind of a player
meara, even from way over here, I can tell this is one of your dating issues, women with too many pots on the stove. Er, sorry about the awkward metaphor (I was going to say "finger in too many pots" because that's the phrase I was taught, but that really seemed to be pushing the line on inappropriate.)
(I was going to say "finger in too many pots" because that's the phrase I was taught, but that really seemed to be pushing the line on inappropriate.)
Hahahahah! But funny.
And yeah--I think part of the issue is I'm attracted to confident outgoing type people. And sometimes they are truly fun, confident people. And sometimes they are assholes. :)
I wonder if it's just the effect of the weekend. Too much time to think. A heavy load of "why the hell bother" on me tonight.
Confident and outgoing is good, but you can be confident and outgoing AND willing to commit. I say hold out for someone like that.
I'm sorry it's a hard night, Connie.
It feels like forever, but it hasn't even been two weeks yet.
I'm sorry, Connie. Grief is sneaky that way, it comes and goes in waves.
There will be times when it feels like 2 seconds ago moments after you feel like you've gotten so far forward and beyond, it's ok. Sucks unbelievably. Try your best not to beat yourself up for feeling whatever you feel, but resenting the hell out of it all is to be expected.
I sleep with the light on. But I always did when he wasn't there. There are worse things in the world than not being able to wake up in the dark alone.