My mom loves her some 2 1/2 men reruns. She recounts whole episodes to me in practically real time. The fact that I have not shouted at her yet attests to my sainthood. Or stupor. I'm not sure which.
My mom loves her some 2 1/2 men reruns. She recounts whole episodes to me in practically real time. The fact that I have not shouted at her yet attests to my sainthood. Or stupor. I'm not sure which.
Paganism is great, IMO. The practice is gentle and kind, and the holidays rock like nothing else. Dancing! Singing! Food!
I mean, it really kind of pisses me off. If there were a crime being committed by 99.9% women, what are the chances that we would just call the criminals "people" and not "women"?
Not to mention that all sensitive oddball artist girl has to do is put on some lip gloss and a tank top and she wins the amazing prize of...boring jock dude! Note to John Hughes: sensitive artist girls aren't interested in the boring popular guys any more than the boring popular guys are interested in them.
"I do terrible, reprehensible, criminal things all the time that ruin people's lives...but I'm a good person!"
A friend works doing child porn investigations, and he said that many of the predators seem almost relieved to be caught, and that they often immediately turn in everyone they know who operates in the same circles.
20,000 "people." I wonder how many were women. I would bet the number is vanishingly small.
I still haven't forgiven her for that MOMA installation where people screamed into a microphone
The descriptions of the imaginary boyfriends I had would run to around a thousand pages, probably. I had some serious fantasy relationships in my tiny teen and post-teen head. And I'm still single. Hm...causal relationship?
As far as I know, it's from Google ;-)
Oh, me too. Still: NO LIONS ON THE COUCH. They're hell on the upholstery.
As my mom used to chide my siblings and me, "Violence never solves anything."
People need to get over this lion thing. Because you know how your kitty scratches you when it playfully attacks your arm? Imagine that with 3 inch long claws. It only seems fun until SOMEONE LOSES AN ARM OR TWO. Trust me on this one.
Another idea: sell decorations on etsy. I don't know if you'd make much money, but you could do what you want, on your own schedule, and get your craft on with a kind of low bar for commitment or risk.
I'm gonna give assvice, because I'm in the mood. Feel free to ignore me.
Here's my advice: don't try to be friends. You'll be clingy and miserable, and he'll be awkward. It's really better just to break it off cleanly and get out and find someone who wants you. I have been down this path way too often and I have never had it come out well.
I'm so glad you gave us the update. I hope it works out to a yes.
I'm not divorced, but I lived for years with someone who sucked my soul dry. I say he tried to kill me, because he did try to kill my spirit.
Yes you can have a hug. And sympathy on the mom thing. I used to see my mom every single day (for about 10 years) yet she told my sis "Oh, your sister is just too busy to spend time with me." God it makes me want to lose it.