Don't want first kiss to be in front of mum. Awkward enough meeting a mom so early on.
Friendly greeting kiss for mom too!
glares at Barb's idiot crew I get that people get caught up finishing other jobs, but communication is easy enough.
'Never Leave Me'
[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.
Don't want first kiss to be in front of mum. Awkward enough meeting a mom so early on.
Friendly greeting kiss for mom too!
glares at Barb's idiot crew I get that people get caught up finishing other jobs, but communication is easy enough.
Jumping a bit to ask: anyone here have a kitty on anti-anxiety meds? I'm getting quoted around to $40/month for prozac for el gato de peesonmybed and that seems a little steep. I know the kitty dose is but wee, but...seriously? I don't want to skimp on his health....but....CAT! Is there like a canadian online pharmacy equivalant for felines?Dunno if they are any good, but they advertise out the wazzo on TV. 1-800-Pet-Meds: [link]
generic would be cheaper, but i am told by the vet that it is not available in kitty strength. I am considering asking for the smallest human dose and then cutting into wee tiny pieces. Except that just yesterday Mrpeesonthings decided he no longer likes pill pockets and is refusing to take solid meds. *sigh*
huh, i get my flea meds from 1800 and they actually have kitty prozac...but only in the pill form. Why oh why did he suddenly become so picky>!>! Oh yeah, because two days ago he ate all the pocket, leaving the pill, then ate the pill solo and it prolly tasted of bitter betrayal.
Hey All. Wanted to try to find a few minutes to stop by 'cause something's been bugging me and I wanted y'all's perspective.
So, I had a mid-term on Saturday. I think I did pretty well, though some of the questions were...trickily worded. After the test, there's a few people from the class standing outside rehashing, so I figure I'll check with them on some of the questions I was unsure of - except it turns out they're all complaining about how OMG SO VERY RIDICULOUSLY HARD it was. So I'm answering some of their questions and reminding about when he covered such-and-such in class, and one of the other women says accusingly to me, "But you're smart!" And it made me wonder, do other people feel guilty, or have other people get mad at them, for being smart?
Then I went over to the mall for a bit of Retail Therapy, and thought of you, Steph. [link]
have other people get mad at them, for being smart?
You've described my middle through high school life.
do other people feel guilty
Yes, sometimes I have (after taking tests, etc.)
have other people get mad at them, for being smart?
This has happened to me in high school. I can't remember if it's happened since.
One of my nicknames in high school was "Curve-bender."
"You think you're better than we are 'cause you're so smart!"
Well, yes, but I didn't admit it.
I refuse to feel guilty for doing well, these days (I often felt it at school). I still have some friends who call me a "swot" in relation to my grades - and this is at Master's level. It's jealousy of a kind that takes no account of how much hard work is involved in doing well. I interpret it as really being about how people wished they'd worked harder - I have a chronically lazy friend who's always accusing me of doing well with no effort. I change the subject.
You've described my middle through high school life.
I got it then, too, but then it was reasonably expected.
One of my nicknames in high school was "Curve-bender."
I comfort myself with the fact that this teacher grades on straight points (nobody else's grade is my fault), but people were talking about complaining (to him, to PTB, not sure), but if the powers can point at my test and say, "That one managed to do okay", it takes the wind out of their complaint of the test being unreasonable. Which makes me feel a little guilty...
This has happened to me in high school. I can't remember if it's happened since.
Exactly. I thought that at College, especially one geared to "Working Adults" that we'd all be, I dunno, grownups?