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Britt, tell him that you're not talking to him any more, then stick with it. Don't answer e-mails, texts or phone calls, period. He sounds like a selfish person, so eventually he'll quit expending the effort.
Oh, I blocked his clingy ass as soon as I finished that conversation. If he texts me again, I'm blocking his number.
Jammies wrote: "Britt, tell him that you're not talking to him any more, then stick with it. Don't answer e-mails, texts or phone calls, period. He sounds like a selfish person, so eventually he'll quit expendin..."
In this case, selfish person = pervert whose soul has been hijacked by the power of genitalia.
In this case, selfish person = pervert whose soul has been hijacked by the power of genitalia.
Southern Fried Britt wrote: "Ha! Clark, for real, why can't I flirt with people? People flirt with me all the time, and they don't mean a damn thing, but when I do it, I get this. And I think most of it is my fault, I shouldn'..."let them beg, Britt! doesn't mean you have to say yes.
don't make his problem, your problem.
This reminds me of an email I just got from a friend. She's a photographer, and she had been approached by a "publisher" interested in her taking pictures of little kids' feet. She asked what she should do. I told her not to answer the email.
Did the publisher give her any business or personal info? I'd almost look into that and make sure there's nothing that needs to be reported to the authorities.
dedicated to Clark and Britt (for completely different reasons)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qLrnkK...#
ms.petra wrote: "dedicated to Clark and Britt (for completely different reasons)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qLrnkK...#"
That drummer's kind of hot.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qLrnkK...#"
That drummer's kind of hot.
Southern Fried Britt wrote: "Clark, the university baptist church is holding a father-daughter dance, and I need a date."
I'll give you a tentative "yes," but I have to warn you I don't do that techno ass-humping move you kids are so fond of these days. Unless I'm wearing a hazmat suit.
I'll give you a tentative "yes," but I have to warn you I don't do that techno ass-humping move you kids are so fond of these days. Unless I'm wearing a hazmat suit.
My best friend got his first girlfriend recently. While I'm incredibly happy for him because it's something he's wanted for as long as I've wanted it, I feel like I really have no one to relate to now.I guess I should stop. You know what, yeah. 'cause I'm tired of wanting to be wanted...if that makes any sense, and I'm starting to get really pissed off. Like for real. But then it's like...if I don't focus my energy on wanting someone, then....what am I going to do with all of that...emotion. Because a huge part of me is not ever having a boyfriend. Like, it's become a major characteristic.
"Like, it's become a major characteristic." Britt, YOU are making it a major characteristic. are you involved in any clubs on campus? there are about a gazillion different ones... political groups, service groups, photography, newspaper, campus radio, etc. isn't there some outlet for all your exuberance? I think you would be a fine RA (as in resident advisor, not Random Anthony) you are a good listener. ;)
We have hundreds of organizations, but none interest me. I'm a part of one...which I have to do some work on today.But really instead of...like just doing something else to not think aout it, I want to...just have it not bother me, if that makes any sense? I don't know if my counselor can help me work through that. I'm gonna ask her...whenever I have my next session. It kinda bothers me that she's not a licensed psychiatrist.
But I don't want to hurt her feelings! Because I'm gonna attend this emotional wellness group that she's co-leading, and I would feel kind of awkward. I'm gonna give her another shot, but if nothing's happening, then you know. Like, I kinda don't even want to go back 'cause I feel like the first session didn't even help me at all.
Britt, you need to not worry about her feelings. it is her job and that is part of her job. it is fine to give her another chance, just don't waste your sessions because you don't want to feel bad about not clicking with her.
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I bought one of those smartpens that records the lectures while you write, and it does a lot of cool shit basically. Retail is 100, I bought it for 50 dollars on eBay. Started using it...last week.
I LOST THE FUCKING PEN TODAY. $50 PEN, and I LOST IT!!!!!!!!!!I feel terrible in so many ways. I called my mom crying. I went back to the class, but there's a class in there! So the only thing I can do is wait until the class lets out and pray that it's on the floor or something. WHAATTTTTTTT!!!!!
The worst part isn't that I lost it, it's that I feel like such a fucking dumbass for losing it. I mean, I wasn't going to get the 50 dollars back (really $63 if you figure in accessories), but damn it!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AND! IF someone steals it, they are a dumbass because they can't do anything with it. They need special paper, my ink is running low, and they can't charge it, and it's registered to my computer. AND it has my name on it.
Southern Fried Britt wrote: "Clark, the university baptist church is holding a father-daughter dance, and I need a date."
I thought you went to hell for dancing... Oooops, sorry that's Southern CofC not Baptist. :) My bad.
Clark, you know you like a good grind!
I thought you went to hell for dancing... Oooops, sorry that's Southern CofC not Baptist. :) My bad.
Clark, you know you like a good grind!
I lost my iPhone. Somehow it had worked it's way INTO the couch. Like, into the part where the springs are. Luckily the ringer was on, so eventually we figured it out. We had to turn the couch upside down and I had to cut the liner thingy stapled underneath to get it out!
Sally, it was in my last class. It felt through the cracks in the seat. I'm lucky no tall person decided to stretch their legs.
Sally wrote: "I've developed a nice ripe odor. I'm not showering anytime soon, either."I wondered what that disturbance by Ft Collins on the weather map was.
I opened this thread to see what it was all about and started at the end. After reading Sally's post I really can't decide whether I should read the previous sixteen pages or not.
Hahaha, Joe. Honestly, what you're gonna find is a lot about how I'm sad that boys don't want to fuck me, how I try to be the kind of girl that lets boys uses her body, Misha jumps in, a lot of Britt-Please-Respect-Yourself Pep Talks, thrown in with some vagina farting and basic TMI stuff.
I'm cautious about saying this, but....I feel hopeful...for first time in a long time. I did Zumba on Friday; I worked out on Saturday, and I would have worked out today, but I didn't want to do too much too soon. But I can't wait to hit the gym and/or do Zumba tomorrow! And I have like, three papers to write this month plus a midterm, but you know what, I'm not crying over it. For the first time in a long time, I actually got stuff done on a Sunday. I didn't just lay in bed and cry all day. And I looked at a girl, and instead of saying, "Oh, god, I could never pull that outfit off. I can't have her figure," I thought, "If I want her size and shape, I can go get it." I like exercising. I don't think about not being wanted.
Sally wrote: "My vagina did a lot of farting at yoga this morning."Don't you just hate it when that happens!
Joe wrote: "After reading Sally's post I really can't decide whether I should read the previous sixteen pages or not."
If you do, make sure it's not on a full stomach.
If you do, make sure it's not on a full stomach.
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Ugh. Fuck you, Valentine's Day. Fuck you for reminding me how fucking alone I am, you stupid capitalist creation.
Britt, it really is just another day unless you make it more.... savour your independence. a valentine/endearment has far more meaning when it comes unexpectedly and from the heart. your time will come!
Britt, I'm married and I hate V-day. It's a stupid greeting card holiday where men feel pressured into buying us things. I insist my husband do NOTHING (which I'm sure he appreciates).
I feel lonely. I've felt good this week! including today!Now I don't. Damn. I'm tired of feeling happy for everyone else.
Hey, Britt, you're healthy; you're young; you're making a living; you're alive. WTF. Enjoy what you have. Years will pass, and you'll be sick; you'll be old; you'll have to live on less income; and eventually, you'll be dead. Want what you have right now! There's no man that can make you happier than you can make yourself just by letting go and maybe doing something for someone who needs your help.






Let's just say things have changed quite a bit since I was in college.
But...whatever turns your crank. Or his.