Oh, as usual, dear, P-C.
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.
If I ever kill myself, it's going to be a rage-suicide after talking to my parents.
The "Why aren't you fucking visiting us every fucking day of the fucking week why don't you have time for us" shit has begun, HURRAH.
I suppose you can't say, "Because you pull shit like this every fucking time I do see you."
I don't even know why they want to see me so much when the feeling is clearly not mutual.
I don't even know why they want to see me so much when the feeling is clearly not mutual.
Parental entitlement.
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Now I need to relay something before I forget it happened. Saturday I didn't have to work, and went to a friends house for way too much breakfast.
As I was getting ready, I took a shower. When I got out of the shower and the mirror was fogged up. As I was drying myself I noticed very faint words in the steam on the mirror. I could just make out the words "love" and "you".
I live alone, and don't welcome company. I have lived in this apartment for almost 3 years. I know the landlady, she's one of my breakfast-on=Saturdays friends.
I have wiped fog off of that mirror many, many times in the time I've lived here.
WHERE THE FUCK DID THE WORDS COME FROM????!!!!
I keep checking to see if they appear again. Nothing yet. But I'm watching...
I did not imagine this, I was wide awake when it happened.
I'm a little creep out.
Oo quester, that's kind of, not creepy, but certainly intriguing.
Well, we've found Phantom Dennis.
Close the internet; P-C wins it tonight.
Well, we've found Phantom Dennis.
I should be so lucky!
Do you have a loofah?