Lovely.

[azurelunatic]

I'm not particularly fond of marxdarx's mother right now.

The situation is this:

marxdarx's grandparents are having a Thanksgiving dinner, to which Marx and votania and Nephew are invited. Marx's mother has refused to invite me.

First of all, invitation to this function should be left up to the actual hosts. Second, Marx was operating under the impression that he was bringing his whole household.

Evidently my first impression on Marx's mother and her boyfriend was when I was reading Psybermagic for the first time: giggling in delight and glee at the things I found on those pages. Evidently, giggling glee is Right Out as emotions go in Marx's mother's house.

So... I have enemies. That may not be the way they choose to phrase it, and Marx has been diplomatically careful to avoid that word, but seeing the way Marx's mother treats her own son, I am assured that she is my enemy.

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[amberite.livejournal.com]

That's terribly un-Christian, too.

[azurelunatic]

Alas, Christian she is not, in any form of the word. Not all bigots are Christian. Otherwise I could really tweak her mind.