It's still hard to tell someone how many minutes per day you spend in the toilet.
'Objects In Space'
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.
Well, I am glad that it was not as awful as it could have been.
Yeah, that.
Steph, i'm really sorry that this is happening to you at a time when you really want to be happy. That sucks incredibly much. It's not fucking fair.
Steph and sj, much ~ma to both of you.
Ain't no one playin' "Sucks more to be me," just "Sometimes shit do suck surely."
So fucking true.
Bad night. Having to drink with new co-workers hasn't helped. I feel like I've failed at every personal relationship I've ever tried to have.
I'm sorry you're having a bad night, Maria.
You have not, but I hope you feel that way soon. Sometimes it's hard to shake.
Maria, I'm sorry you're having a rough night, but I still think you are awesome.
I should not be awake, but my book refused to let me go to bed until I finished it. Mom is going to be here in a few hours, so I should probably go to bed.
I feel like I've failed at every personal relationship I've ever tried to have.
Your invisible friends in the glow box deny this claptrap.
Bad timing that you had to be social and professional with people you don't know at a time when that's the last thing you want to do.
Omigosh, I'm a great aunt! My oldest nephew's wife had her baby this morning. Absolutely beautiful boy child.
(And yes, I am simultaneously full of joy and wonder AND self-loathing and resentment.)
Congrats, WS and family!