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When I worked the crisis line I would always curl up after my shift was over with some mindnumbing cheesy teen highschool romance movies (think Clueless, 10 Things I Hate About You and basically anything made for ABCFamily). If it was a really rough night, I would throw a glass of wine in that mix.

I have nothing against them if they work for you, I just know myself and what I need when in a relationship to know that I can not survive in a ldr. I do truly believe he is one of the ones, but I also truly believe that I know that I can't handle not being able to touch and smell and be with the my partner. Sure I

Distance gets a bad rep from me. I am a physical lover, meaning, I generally can't express my feelings of love and happiness via words, rather I have to show them through touch, and physical expressions. I struggle when I can't do that, and I need (yes, need) physical contact with my partner in order to feel secure

Alas, it's not. Dropping out and becoming a house wife is also NOT AN OPTION (do you hear that, heart?)

I need a cheer up, or some very sweet, kindhearted words. Story:

I've always done a little factoring when it comes to income. When I had a really good steady job, and the guys I was going out on dates with were students or artists not making as much, I would pay. Now I'm a student and I'm going out with fellow students and we split it 50/50. When I go out with non-students who

I was planning on doing one or two more side trips (which is where most of my $$ went) this week (my last week here) but I've officially decided against. I'm going to just sit at home, get my stuff ready for my return trip and just search the internet for positions I can apply to while here.

thanks! I tried temp agencies this summer (but it wasn't really realistic when I was only in the specific area for a month) and will give them another shot. Frankly, I'd be ok cleaning motel rooms if it meant I made SOME money! At this point, I'd take working the graveyard shift basically anywhere if it means I can

I need to vent a tad bit. Okay, maybe "vent" isn't the right word. I need to freak out a tad bit.

Gabrielle Union has got to have a portrait up in her attic. That woman is seriously the most gorgeous 20 something looking 40 year old.

I am literally watching this movie right now. James Deen is an attractive gentleman, and very talented in some areas, but non-porn acting is not really his thing. Lohan's leg bruises make me sad. And this movie is super boring.

My parents did this for a bit, but then quickly realized that I was not about to eat everything on my plate and if I did, I puked. But even now, as I get closer to 30, I have to explain to people that no, I'm not going to clear my plate, no, I don't want to "finish what is in front of me" and yes, I'd like to take

Because this is so much fun, please, yes, tell me how Zwarte Pete is horribly racist, because I've been trying to tell my Belgian friends that for years.

Yeah, I saw Shame...and I walked away thinking I might have to go lay down and cry. This is a different movie taking on similar topics, just in a more, how can I put this, light hearted way. I saw Shame, and I rather wish I hadn't. This? I might see this. If this turns out to be anything like Shame I might never

This literally made me laugh until I cried. I would like to think that I would have been friends with Tyler 10 years ago, and I know for sure I want to be friends with Tyler now.

I actually was just thinking last night of working on a book about these very questions.