Kat, I would be happy to take a box or two of Samoas, depending on how much shipping would be.
Okay! I think I can figure out shipping. How many boxes?
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Kat, I would be happy to take a box or two of Samoas, depending on how much shipping would be.
Okay! I think I can figure out shipping. How many boxes?
Defriending was totally the right move. The flirting alone justified it. But the fact that he responded to being called on it by trying to bully moves him into a whole worse category of asshole - the kind who is looking for someone who can be pushed into not defending their boundaries.
Humanoids who don't treat people like people don't get any benefit of the doubt, common courtesy,etc. Excise them. Fuck being a nice girl. Uhg.
Hey, Buffistas. How YOU doin'? I'm doing some reworking of jossisahottie.com (yes, it's still a thing, no, I have not outgrown this obsession) and was poking through the archives. I have to tell you, the fall of 2002 through the spring of 2005 was a pretty rough period for me and you guys made it pleasant in spite of that. So thanks, pals!
samplers from NoiseTrade
I've tried a lot of new music lately thanks to them.
Fuck it, just flat out defriend him. Don't be polite, don't be mincing. He was an ass. Be done. He doesn't deserve shit. You've no obligation to him.
Just echoing what others have said, you don't owe this condescending asshole any more of your time. He should be grateful for a clean defriending rather than a "Girl 101" lesson about not finding inappropriate advances from married men "interesting" on his facebook wall where his wife could read it.
So thanks, pals!
Awww, I'm glad things are better now.
Oh ick, Stephanie. Good for you for calling him on his shitty behavior. And I agree with everyone here, he's an ass.
Hey Kiba! Welcome back. Come by more often!
I went to a rum bar with a couple friends, and really wish I had a higher tolerance. I only had one drink, but so many looked awesome! Then some dancing, but the DJ was awful, so my friend and I mostly stood around and checked people out and tried to figure out if they were single or not. And we went home before 10pm. Yeah, party people what.
I can report incremental progress with Mom's cat. While he still fled under the bed when I visited, this time he didn't shy away when I reached under to pet him. In fact, he purred, licked my thumb, and put one of his paws in the palm of my hand.