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."
'Dirty Girls'
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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?
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.
Ugh. I struggle with this, myself. I can't figure out where the line between "OMG you are asking too much" (like when she wants and guilts my sister about driving 30 minutes up to watch a basketball game with them, and my sister is all "I have to work in the morning, and I don't actually care about this team WTF") and "I am an ungrateful daughter who should be forced to go live on an ice floe somewhere" (When I'm all "but I don't wanna hang out with them on Christmas!"), and I know that the line is definitely shaded by my feelings of returning adolescent angst and "WHYYY" and "DONT WANNA" when I am dealing with my mom. I can never decide if I'm enforcing healthy boundaries, or being a brat. (This is not to say you are being a brat, just it's something I struggle with even in a somewhat more healthy relationship than yours usually is!)
So things are complicated with Phosphate Girl because of distance and other reasons but I have to share this because it is one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me, regarding a concert we went to last year:
Her: you held my hand to take me through the crowd.
Me: I did not want you to get lost.
Me: Also I wanted to hold your hand.
Her: Uh huh
Her: I did not want to get lost
Her: and I didn't know I wanted you to hold my hand until you did.