Ugh. Poor kid.
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
Thanks guys-- I mean, I try telling him that today's freaks are tomorrow's successes and did he really think that people were kind to Steve Wozniak when he was a chubby twelve year old? Not to mention that some of the best people I know, his father included, not only were considered freaks as kids, but still proudly fly their freak flags because it makes them some of the nicest, most interesting people as adults.
Cold comfort, I'm afraid when you're twelve and the universe feels as if it's ganging up on you.
Well, I did the easy bathroom-cleaning stuff -- my mirrors are now spotless. Next step, sink. Then toilet, then floor.
Oh, poor kid. I hope he has a wonderful summer and doesn't think about those other jerks at all.
Super sugar shoes. And a great price, wow.
Cold comfort, I'm afraid when you're twelve and the universe feels as if it's ganging up on you.
Sadly true. I mean, you know one day he'll grow up and not care that some random assholes called him a freak back in middle school. But right now, it's devastating.
What stuff is that, Hil?
Not to mention that some of the best people I know, his father included, not only were considered freaks as kids, but still proudly fly their freak flags because it makes them some of the nicest, most interesting people as adults.
Maybe get him the soundtrack from Shrek the Musical, which includes the song "Let Your Freak Flag Fly" :)
{{{Barb's son}}} Middleschooler's can be truly evil. I'm sorry.
{{{Barb and your son}}}
Middle school sucks. Mostly because of middleschoolers.
I just came back from swing party. I was introduced to swing when I was in Seattle, and loved it. It's the first swing-event they have in Jerusalem since I moved here, and they might start a group. Life is good.
{{{Buffistas and family}}} from the stupid and the misfortunes of the world. I say it has to be so; it's not Monday anymore, anywhere.
And as for me, thank you for your words. I can't not to answer her email. But doing so, I'll tell her that that's why I want to cut things. I hope it'll work. I hope it won't be as painful as I think of it.