My mother wants to meet in New York for my birthday. She's making a big deal about celebrating my birthday (she basically ignored my last birthday, except wanting to know the next time that I was going to be in DC so she could take me out) I don't know why I should make an effort for something that's supposedly for me. Of course, she says we don't have to do it if I don't want to, but the repercussions are a pain. The crap of "I tried to do something nice for you . . ."
'Shindig'
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.
My wonderful people, I wish there were magic words to send hearts' ease to all of you who are hurting, frazzled, depressed, doubting or otherwise in want or need.
sj, I hope your mom's knee is all better soon.
Nora, I am very sorry about your friend.
Cass, What rotten timing for horse play. I'm glad your sister is accepting the consequences of not teaching her son a little more consistently.
I need to go to bed, so I can get up and go to work to earn the money I need to pay my rent...but I have a bad case of the "Don't Wanna!"s.
Sanity check: Do I strike anyone here as a hold digging, manipulative bitch?
? Um, no. By no means at all.
Only if there's some alternate universe version of you.
Thanks, because I just listened to a long rant message left by she who will not be named in which I was called that and much worse.
What warm, loving thoughts on Mother's Day.
sj,
Jesus sj. You need a can of Raid to get rid of whoever called you that.
Do I need to come up there and yell at somebody?