That is very cool, Trudy.
Cordelia: You're him. You're Angel's son. Connor: It's not like I got to choose.
'Hell Bound'
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.
billytea - Oct 14, 2015 11:51:52 pm PDT #22091 of 30002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
sj - Oct 15, 2015 3:31:07 am PDT #22092 of 30002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I called this morning to cancel my therapy appointment. He didn't answer or return my call, and I'm not sure what to do if he shows up.
Steph L. - Oct 15, 2015 3:52:41 am PDT #22093 of 30002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
I'm not sure what to do if he shows up.
Tell him you're sorry he drove all that way, but you called to cancel and it's not your responsibility to make sure he answers his frigging phone. And then shut the door.
sj - Oct 15, 2015 4:08:01 am PDT #22094 of 30002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Tell him you're sorry he drove all that way, but you called to cancel and it's not your responsibility to make sure he answers his frigging phone. And then shut the door.
Thank you. I guess I still need to work on standing up for myself. I know he has a long drive to get here. So, I made sure to call 2 hours ahead of time. I didn't want to call earlier than that and risk waking him. I didn't sleep well last night worrying about ltc, and today my stomach is upset and I'm in a ton of pain. ltc, however, appears to be just fine.
sj - Oct 15, 2015 4:55:32 am PDT #22095 of 30002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
It's 20 minutes past my appointment time, and he has not shown up. So, I'm going to assume he got the message, but he didn't call back to acknowledge it. Mom is still taking the baby out so that I can nap.
Zenkitty - Oct 15, 2015 5:35:25 am PDT #22096 of 30002
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Sounds like that therapist causes more stress than he eases.
askye - Oct 15, 2015 6:22:12 am PDT #22097 of 30002
Thrive to spite them
Does he work for a practice/organization - can you talk to them about his lateness and lack of communication or would that stress you out more?
I think I finally tried to go to bed around 3:00 am. I have no idea when I actually did. I've been awake...for not long. I don't want to do anything today but I haven't heard back from Hartford insurance so I need to call and find out if they got the paperwork (finally) and call a garage about my car. The thought of that puts me in the frozen state of anxiety where I just don't want to do anything.
Also need to start practicing good sleep hygiene. Which means I probably shouldn't be typing this on my chromebook while sitting in bed.
tommyrot - Oct 15, 2015 6:24:28 am PDT #22098 of 30002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Also need to start practicing good sleep hygiene. Which means I probably shouldn't be typing this on my chromebook while sitting in bed.
I try to stop using my iPad or laptop an hour before bed. It's hard to do!
Laura - Oct 15, 2015 6:43:35 am PDT #22099 of 30002
Our wings are not tired.
I try really hard to always be off my computer by 10pm. I am on by 6 or 7 AM so enough already. I do use my Nook in bed but only for reading. No Internet! I had to draw a line even if it was a late one.
Love and ~ma to all. Been crazy busy. Too busy. Sucktastic week. One of the lowlights being my son smooshing his brand new car. Only like 1500 miles on it. So he is hating life. No injury. Just a car worth half if what it was when he rolled off the lot.
meara - Oct 15, 2015 7:34:21 am PDT #22100 of 30002
Oh no! That sucks, Laura. Poor kid.