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It's funny. Cass is throwing a mini fit over thinking her future with Matt has been flushed down the crapper, all because he wasn't terribly enthused, AGAIN, when she brought up kids. No, that's not the part that's funny. The funny part is she asked me what to do, and then sort of steamrolled over my answer. Which is okay, as my answer was obvious. Since she's been upfront since the first time I met her about wanting kids, if he doesn't, she should cut her losses and move on. There is a reason kids are deal breakers. Dogs or cats, or pets in general aren't a lifetime commitment. Kids are, even if they don't actually last a lifetime. The other thing is that some part of me knows full well that one day I'll be on the other side of this, the person being sent packing for not wanting kids. In fact, I've devoted many a night at work to thinking this particular problem over. It's not like there's an easy solution. The aforementioned advice to Cass was given knowing full well it would, and will, hurt like hell.
On the other hand, it's not like I should be having that conversation anytime soon considering some people fall off the face of the planet regularly.
Not sure how I feel about Gossip Girl on TV. The first few books were never my favorite to begin with, so I'm torn between wanting them to stay faithful and wanting to actually like what's going on. As it stands, I want to like Serena more than I ever did in the books, but book Serena made me want to kill someone. However, that was who she was, and changing that is confusing me. I love Dan, but I can't separate him from what book-Dan does later on, proving himself to be a world class dumbass. I'm also torn on Jenny, as she sounds right, acts right, but given that a large chunk of any Jenny time in the books revolves around her breasts, flat chested blond Jenny isn't totally working for me. o_O Nate seems to have made the most faithful leap from page to screen, which is to say, he's got as much character as cardboard. Not necessarily the fault of the actor, just that Nate isn't my favorite of the core trio. And if it sure as hell wasn't Serena, and it isn't Nate, that leaves Blair. Man, if Alexis Bledel and Rachel Leigh Cook merged, they'd create the actress who plays Blair. Freaky. Jury's still out on Blair. I love her, for the most part, in the books, but as has been stated, they've been twisting things left and right, so we'll see. Oh, and sadly, Chuck and Dan are both hotter [I feel dirty saying that, but not thinking it] than Nate. This should not be, but it is.
the plan for Cass's birthday is to hit a bar and drink until I dunno, whatever the ultimate goal of drinking is for them. Which tends to be until everyone is sloshed. I don't drink that much. Or rather, I can, but while everyone is getting that happy buzz they apparently chase after all the effing time, I'm either getting a headache, sleepy, or wondering if maybe I could disappear while the drunken fools are, y'know, drunk. I have absolutely NO desire to go to Wet Willies with them. None. Less than none, hence the mentioning of it.
But it's her birthday.
On the other hand, they tend to be cursed, and while everyone will SAY the designated driver will not drink, he totally will. Not as much as everyone else, but anything worries me. It's not like I can drive stick, so not even sobriety would help there. Also, I don't have a current ID, and with the cops either feeling the need to flatter me at work and say that I look 21 [aww?] or telling the truth, it's possible the ID would be needed.
Fuck, this is why I don't socialize. It requires all sorts of crap just to get out the goddamned door.
On the other hand, it's not like I should be having that conversation anytime soon considering some people fall off the face of the planet regularly.
Not sure how I feel about Gossip Girl on TV. The first few books were never my favorite to begin with, so I'm torn between wanting them to stay faithful and wanting to actually like what's going on. As it stands, I want to like Serena more than I ever did in the books, but book Serena made me want to kill someone. However, that was who she was, and changing that is confusing me. I love Dan, but I can't separate him from what book-Dan does later on, proving himself to be a world class dumbass. I'm also torn on Jenny, as she sounds right, acts right, but given that a large chunk of any Jenny time in the books revolves around her breasts, flat chested blond Jenny isn't totally working for me. o_O Nate seems to have made the most faithful leap from page to screen, which is to say, he's got as much character as cardboard. Not necessarily the fault of the actor, just that Nate isn't my favorite of the core trio. And if it sure as hell wasn't Serena, and it isn't Nate, that leaves Blair. Man, if Alexis Bledel and Rachel Leigh Cook merged, they'd create the actress who plays Blair. Freaky. Jury's still out on Blair. I love her, for the most part, in the books, but as has been stated, they've been twisting things left and right, so we'll see. Oh, and sadly, Chuck and Dan are both hotter [I feel dirty saying that, but not thinking it] than Nate. This should not be, but it is.
the plan for Cass's birthday is to hit a bar and drink until I dunno, whatever the ultimate goal of drinking is for them. Which tends to be until everyone is sloshed. I don't drink that much. Or rather, I can, but while everyone is getting that happy buzz they apparently chase after all the effing time, I'm either getting a headache, sleepy, or wondering if maybe I could disappear while the drunken fools are, y'know, drunk. I have absolutely NO desire to go to Wet Willies with them. None. Less than none, hence the mentioning of it.
But it's her birthday.
On the other hand, they tend to be cursed, and while everyone will SAY the designated driver will not drink, he totally will. Not as much as everyone else, but anything worries me. It's not like I can drive stick, so not even sobriety would help there. Also, I don't have a current ID, and with the cops either feeling the need to flatter me at work and say that I look 21 [aww?] or telling the truth, it's possible the ID would be needed.
Fuck, this is why I don't socialize. It requires all sorts of crap just to get out the goddamned door.