Willow ,'Same Time, Same Place'
[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.
A few notices this morning.
A - it is FARCKING COLD IN MY OFFICE (nipples are not happy).
2 - Fay is the new ADORABLE.
III - School teammates suck big time. I got a B- in my Project Management class because our project was so messed up.
d - I need caffine.
That is all. For now. I think.
I said that in matters of cookies I was very equal opportunity, and swung both ways.
One morning I was making my oatmeal (note to Hec: OATMEAL AUDIT!) in the kitchen at work, and another co-worker came in and noticed the cookies on the table. She said "You're being so good, eating oatmeal, when there are cookies right here! I have to have a cookie!"
I said, "Oh, please. I can have oatmeal AND a cookie. When it comes to breakfast, I'm polyamorous."
She said, " 'Polyamorous'....that's a neat word! Does it mean what I think it does? I think I'm going to start using it!"
And I just nodded and smiled, thinking, even if a person isn't poly, wouldn't they be familiar with the word itself? But apparently not.
I have to call a nasty collection agency in a minute, and I still haven't decided what I'm going to tell them. It's a dialectic. I'm either going to say, "Go fuck yourself," or, "Ok. This is what I'm willing to do."
even if a person isn't poly, wouldn't they be familiar with the word itself?
Though the word makes sense in an English-y sense, I had never seen it used until my first visit to the Recs of the same name.
I wasn't. The internets, she has been an education in many ways, great and small.
Apparently our brains are hardwired for magical thinking.
I tend to be aware when my brain does any such magical thinking, and then I discount the magical thinking.
That's probably why I'm going to hell.
I'm glad they touched on OCD near the end, because it was on my mind throughout the article. Hey! Maybe I made that paragraph appear.
I seriously wondered about whether the following is backed up by sociological research, or is an assumption, though:
“The point at which the culture withdraws support for belief in Santa and the Tooth Fairy is about the same time it introduces children to prayer,” said Jacqueline Woolley, a professor of psychology at the University of Texas.I just wonder, because the people I know who do pray, typically teach their children to pray from very early on -- like starting at toddlerhood.
I just wonder, because the people I know who do pray, typically teach their children to pray from very early on -- like starting at toddlerhood.
Yeah, I was taught to pray at a very early age.
I remember when I was about kindergarten age praying to God that He would take me up to heaven in the Rapture so I wouldn't have to die.
I thought about death a fair amount even in toddlerhood. Is that normal?
I thought about death a fair amount even in toddlerhood. Is that normal?
I was fairly aware of death at that age. I remember that, for a while, I would pretend to talk to the ghost of JFK, and I asked him things like what it felt like to be shot, and if he still loved his family, and if he knew how to stop bombs. (I was about two at the time, I think.)