'Time Bomb'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I'm glad you don't have to get back on the therapy merry-go-round, vw. And of course people said nice things about you.
I was way too discreet in my youth. I've done a few more indiscreet things since then, but I'd like to take this opportunity to shake my cane at you young people out there and say, "Do more things that you don't want there to be pictures of."
The marriage rough spot is turning into a really, really rough spot.
Oh, Gud. I'm all anxious and worried and saddened by this. I'm wishing all kinds of good vibes your way.
My college roommate, one of my closest friends, and somebody who helped me through my divorce - is getting divorced. Four kids. Thirteen years of marriage. It's just heartbreaking.
Collegiate Indiscretions: Numerous, including walking the entire length of my co-ed dorm naked including the breezeway. Also, I ran (with my feet) over moving cars several times.
{{Gud}} I am so sorry. I hope you have a good lunch with the MIL.
{{P-C}} What everyone else said.
{{Deena}} Just cuz you're huggable and I felt like it.
vw! Yay!!!! So glad it's working out.
"me" time
What is this you speak of? Do you count time to cook/clean/laundry/pay bills me time? Even when not in school, my "me" time is limited. Work 9-7 most days. Get home around 7:45. Cook dinner. Eat. Clean kitchen. Pick up house. Get lunch ready for next day. Then, it's about time for bed and start all over.
I need a wife.
I know I embarked on many adventures thinking "if nothing else, it will make a good story", but do I have the stories? my youth was apparently a lot more wasted than I thought.
I need a wife.
I have one AIFG!
What is this you speak of? Do you count time to cook/clean/laundry/pay bills me time?
Ah, see, I don't do those things. So the me time is enhanced.
Get home around 7:45. Cook dinner. Eat. Clean kitchen. Pick up house. Get lunch ready for next day. Then, it's about time for bed and start all over.
My evenings? Get home at 5:30. Cook frozen dinner. Eat. Watch movies. Chat on internet. Weekends are for cleaning.
I know I'm not the only one here willing to admit youthful indiscretions.
I think I've blanked out most of the really painful or self-destructive stuff ... there was the time we scammed lights from the film department and floodlit the entire residence quad in order to play some football at 2am one night. Some of the stuff we did no one even talked to us about, like "leaner" wars so serious that water was dripping down on people two floors below.
Weekends are for cleaning.
And if you accept dust bunnies as the ultimate low-maintenance pet, weekends don't often have to be.
And if you accept dust bunnies as the ultimate low-maintenance pet, weekends don't often have to be.
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