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Just when I was hoping that someone would come and take my mind of him (a different "him"), a guy came over with a starbucks sample. And who says God doesn't exist?
UGH I JUST PUT ON THESE TIGHTS AND I ALREADY HAVE A RUN IN THEM.How I properly put on tights, ladies? 'cause apparently I don't know how.
whew! just came out for some fresh air a PB&J sandwich and gatorade to rehydrate. the trapeze bracket did come loose from the ceiling, i think we broke the heirloom hope chest and when the dog sees my wife now it does this mocking panting noise. ok, back to the breeding stable
One of my favorite moments at lunchtime in downtown Chicago was when this pickup truck pulled over on State Street and the back was full of ice and Frappucinos. The guy was handing them out to all comers. (Yes it was an official Starbucks pickup, not some random man.)
Britt wrote: "UGH I JUST PUT ON THESE TIGHTS AND I ALREADY HAVE A RUN IN THEM.
How I properly put on tights, ladies? 'cause apparently I don't know how."
Sit on edge of bed, put in one leg at a time. Roll from bottom up. Easy, don't pull too hard.
How I properly put on tights, ladies? 'cause apparently I don't know how."
Sit on edge of bed, put in one leg at a time. Roll from bottom up. Easy, don't pull too hard.
Okay, TC. I had a friend who was coming to visit me today, and I've been checking my e-mail 50 times a day to see if he was still visiting me, and I've got nothing, so I have come to the conclusion that this certain individual was just using me, and I think I sorta knew that, but I ignored it because it made me feel good to make him feel good. And now after talking on the phone all morning with another individual who does love me very much, he heard me cry all morning, he gave me very tough love, and some not-so-tough love, and I feel better. I am not going to cry about it; I am going to put on my best outfit. I am going to wear my make up and lip gloss, and I am going to class, and Brittany is living for Brittany today. I don't know about tomorrow or the day after that, but right now, that is what I am doing. And then at 5, I am going to work out with one of my best friends. A friend who is my friend every day, not just when they feel like getting off.
Fuck boys who don't think I'm cute. Fuck men who play around with me and use me when it's convenient for them. It's just me now. And my friends who love me very much.
Gail "cyborg" wrote: "We have all been 19 once, it's not that easy."
But oh to be 19 once again, even for a day. Knowing what I know now, of course.
But oh to be 19 once again, even for a day. Knowing what I know now, of course.
You are not alone there Clark. I would make an awesome 19 year old now.
Okay, I'm not dressing up today because it's too hot for all of my nice outfits (way too hot for tights, way too hot for the skirt I just got in the mail), so there's tomorrow. BUT I AM FUCKING FIERCE TODAY.Fuck you, asshole. That's not directed to anyone here.
Oh, and I love you all.
Britt wrote: "It's just me now. And my friends who love me very much."
And in the realm of the living and the dead, what else really matters?
You're too young for all of this angst, kiddo. You're going to get frown lines. Save that shit for later. Get out, clear your mind, and howl at the moon.
And in the realm of the living and the dead, what else really matters?
You're too young for all of this angst, kiddo. You're going to get frown lines. Save that shit for later. Get out, clear your mind, and howl at the moon.
This is quite possibly the most wordy, poorly written paper I have ever devoted time to. A LOT OF REVISION IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN...as soon as I get off Goodreads.So I wrote this hella long post about how it sucks being the fifth wheel, but then I read over it, and it basically equates to, "Love me. Love me. Love me. Love me. Love me. Love me? Love. Me? Love? Me. Love me. Love me."
BAH HUMBUG.
OH! Fierce Update: so I got all dressed up on friday. I wore this fancy blue shirt, short...really short black shorts, black tights, black undies, black shoes...but my tights kept sliding down, so right after my first class, I rushed back to my dorm and changed into a t-shirt and shorts, AND I WAS STILL FUCKING FIERCE 'CAUSE IT IS A STATE OF MIND.
I want a fierce frappucino right now.
Britt wrote: "AND I WAS STILL FUCKING FIERCE"Okay, who is this "Fierce" guy and how did he get so lucky? :O
LMAO...there is a weird sort of vibe about Bourdain, for being an unattractive, stringbean of a man. I've found him sexy in a few instances, and then I'll look at his teeth and the feeling passes.
I love old guys. He's 54, and he's a pretty good 54, physically, I think. And as someone who has yet to get braces, I am not picky about teeth. But it's more his attitude than his looks. I go for that cynical misanthropy thing.
A couple of years back on another forum I frequent, I started a thread about people that we find attractive that others might not always find attractive.I was intrigued to start it after a friend of mine said she found Jodie Foster attractive (she is so NOT attractive to me with her beady eyes, pointy nose and thin lips). It was actually fun to see people posting pictures of all sorts of different characters.
I've always thought Jodie Foster was attractive, just not massively, overwhelmingly so. But intriguingly so. One reason her face interests me is that it can go either trailer park, or very upscale.
It's funny, but there aren't many blondes that I find attractive in general - men or women.I'm sure there are a few out there, but generally I prefer darker hair and a variety of skin tones.
sinking, sinking, sinking, sinking, love me, love me, love me...If I could just talk to a boy without immediately evaluating how little a chance I have of him wanting me, then maybe I could get somewhere. On that same note, if I could talk to a man without fantasizing of how to charm him into wanting me, I would get somewhere too. There are so many REAL problems to worry about!
Ugh. I'm not taking these damn pills anymore.
doing better. Her and her roommate have come to some sort of understanding, but they are not going to be BFF's. Now that she is into her routine, classes, games, etc, I think it is better for her. Just when she is settling in, I am missing her. Just part of growing up and letting go I guess. :)
Okay, so I am crying over the season finale of Louie. Louie gets home at 4am after going to a club that's way too young for him, and he has a terrible time. And then he goes to like, an open mic at an empty club, and he has fun. Then he runs back home to relieve the babysitter, and it's 4am. As soon as he plops on the couch, his youngest daughter runs and yells "Daddy!" His oldest daughter comes in the room, and he's all, "What are you doing up? It's 4am." And Lilly goes, "I'm hungry." And his other daughter goes, "Daddy, can we go out to breakfast?" And Louie says, "You want to go out to breakfast now?" And they nod their heads.And the final scene is Louie and his daughters sharing a stack of pancakes in the wee hours of the morning at a diner, and I'm bawling in tears right now because that is so beautiful.
ms.petra wrote: "doing better. Her and her roommate have come to some sort of understanding, but they are not going to be BFF's. Now that she is into her routine, classes, games, etc, I think it is better for her. ..."Yikes, these college girls. My 18-year-old had 3 nightmare roommates--lots of booze in the apartment (not allowed) and lots of noise and puking in the wee hours. Then they turned on the washing machine and let the water run while they were out partying, flooding my daughter's bedroom. Luckily she moved across the hall yesterday into an apartment with 3 non-drinkers.
I have two friends - they're twins, and we've been best pals ever since we were twelve. Well, one of the twins hated me until high school, and now we're super close.They are having problems with girls. One of them is like the white male version of me. He's never been kissed, never had a girlfriend. He had a "thing" with a girl in 10th grade, and he still isn't over that. He thinks that he needs to....fuck mad bitches...is a way to put it. He thinks that because he hasn't had sex, and he claims that he has no sex appeal, and that's why girls don't want him.
The other one has no problem getting girls that want to fuck him and be friends with him. But he's the romantic, he wants a long-term relationship. Both of them think that they need to be more like...the guys who are more aggressive about sex, and they both come to me about these things, and I have no idea what to keep telling them.
I tell them that I think it's wonderful that they are boys who don't just want sex from a girl, but the way they put it, that's what girls expect. I dunno, maybe they do - I don't know what kids these age want; my interests only lie in men that are old enough to have mid-life crises. I would think that girls want a guy who aren't just after the panties.
I love these two boys with all my heart, and I hate to see them like this.
Britt wrote: " He thinks that because he hasn't had sex, and he claims that he has no sex appeal, and that's why girls don't want him."Sounds more like a self-confidence issue.
I mean...to me, I think he's a great catch. He's so smart and very funny, extremely sarcastic...his courting style is...well, he reels them in with gifts, favors, and attention...but then he reveals the "real" him, and it's...different.I wanted him for a very long time, and our friends wonder why we haven't tried anything, but it really wouldn't work out. I still secretly think he has me on the back burner for when he's in his late-20s and he hasn't had a successful relationship yet.
I dunno... I never remember being a teenager being so complicated.
I am now an owner of jeggings (leggings that sorta look like jeans). I'm not sure how I feel about that.My mama took me shopping when she picked me up, and as soon as I got home, the jeans I was wearing ripped halfway through my thigh.
They only cost 7 bucks, and they lasted me a year, so hey. That works.
Britt you are a true fashionista! Jeggings seem to be on every fashion magazine this last month. They are supposedly the ideal item for any age and any body... sorry, I am not falling for that again!
Oh my gosh, my mom is spouting so much bullshit about migraines to my dad right now.My dad gets these headaches, and my dad also has a temper, and my mom just told him that the reason why he gets migraines is because he gets mad too easily, and she said that migraines give people cancer. I don't know if she's telling him that because she wants my dad to chill out or if she really believes that






And I'm super anxious/excited this week for reasons I can't quite disclose, so today I'm gonna be preoccupied with seeing if I'm gonna be stood up tomorrow or not. If my plans for tomorrow are cancelled, I'll probably be asexual for awhile.