same, i’m very busy
same, i’m very busy
For fuck’s sake.
“They didn’t just buy one book, they’d buy a dozen and be back a week later to buy a dozen more.”
At six feet, I’ve never had a problem when my partner is shorter. I used to sleep with a woman who was 4’11 and the only thing we really had issues with is simultaneous oral sex (because all my height is in my torso, not my legs). But we made it work. Life — and oral sex — finds a way.
OK cool. I’ve got 100 family members who I see regularly and love (Xmas is 70 people, minimum, on my dad’s side). We have 50 friends we see regularly and love, and they all have spouses and kids. My fiance’s parents owe their basic survival in the U.S. to their network of friends who insured they didn’t starve.
I would do anything for meatloaf, but I won’t do that.
His primary cancer was ocular melanoma. I have ocular melanoma and feel like I have lost a brother in the fight.
I grew up on a farm and we raised sheep so I do know about sheep.
Next week will be Revenge, so while not light, it’ll definitely be cathartic.
Dear dining public:
This entitled housewife looks back at her impressionable child and calmly says “She is yelling because that girl deserves it, the service is terrible every time we come here.” And then she looked me straight in the eyes.
My “bone” folder is appropriately hidden within my laptop.
Have I ever told you my theory about how the Huns were actually a time-travelling band of 31st-century post-apocalyptic warriors who stumbled across a time vortex while scavenging in the ruins of Cincinnati?