Do you have a loofah?
Xander ,'Same Time, Same Place'
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.
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.
That is sweet!
Awww. P-C!!!
Made of WIN!
Excellent, P-Cow!
Nice
That's pretty damn adorable.
P-C, that is sweet.
quester, I can see how that would be kind of unsettling.
At the airport, going to the beach. This vacation brought to me by the baby boomer generation: still paying for shit because the kids can't. Why yes, I've got some guilt and shame around that. But not enough to stay in NOLA all summer without a break.
Even if this doesn't work out, at least somewhere deep in my psyche will have to reside the proof that it is, in fact, possible for a girl to like me. Like, in that romantic comedy way where she doesn't even know it and isn't sure if I like her too and when she makes a list of characteristics she's looking for in a guy and her friend suggests me she says I'm the best but she doesn't know, she thinks we're just friends.
This is all so weird and new.