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Spike's Bitches 49: As usual, I'm here to help you, and I... are you naked under there?
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I wish it wasn't my super-creepy and awful ex who has them and is slowly scanning them and sending them to me.
What the SHIT?
The Worst Boyfriend I Ever Had was/is a photographer, and took a lot of photos of me. Apparently he occasionally goes through his old negatives and scans stuff, then FB messages me. It's nice having the photos of my past, but him contacting me gives me the full-body shudders every time.
I think he has a mail-order bride now.
Oh hell, Atropa, I'm sorry. That's invasive as fuck.
This, plus work fuckery! DONE. BURNING EVERYTHING DOWN.
So that picture up on Facebook now was not put there by you?
Oh, I put the picture up. But he randomly messaged me with it. He likes to message me out of the blue; before FB, it was postcards sent c/o my parents. When he still lived here, he would occasionally show up at events he assumed I'd be working at. Any time I have an event in NYC, I worry he'll be there.
When I broke up with him, I did it in a coffee shop, and a bunch of my friends and my Dad were in the connecting room. Not in line of sight, but there Just In Case.
Post cards and SHOWING UP?!? Yikes.
Defcon level Hell No, Atropa. Does he imagine you're "still friends"? Wtf
Elton John...amazeballs, if anyone was unsure. Lee and -t rock like rocking things that rock. As goes Jameson.