Especially if Vortex joined us.
perks up.
'Out Of Gas'
[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.
Especially if Vortex joined us.
perks up.
no real distraction here. Just sort of once again amazed. I feel fine if I sit still, but anytime I tried to do anything, out of breath. I've sort of noticed this since saturday. Only today does it occur to me that this is asthma. and using my emergency inhaler might help. It has been three hours and guess what... more oxygen, more energy.
ok I still have to rest after folding a load of laundry
Oooooh, shitballs.
They're already sending girls for me to check out. One is an accountant in North Carolina, and the other is a respiratory therapist in Houston. I'm apparently supposed to start e-mailing them and see if I like them.
I'M NOT FUCKING READY TO GET FUCKING MARRIED.
Ack! I missed DaisyFest '07. That sucks.
Rental~ma continuing, sj.
Laptop died. Have two other computers, but they are just not as convenient and I will probably be greyish for a while. Thinking of y'all and lurking when I can, though! Why I feel I must convey this in telegraphic short sentences I don't know. Stop.
P-C, can't harm to e-mail and see what happens. And if marriage isn't on your mind, remember that long-distance relationships are notoriously hard to keep going.
You're not ready to get married, but what if they're nice girls you'd like to get to know better, and whose company you might enjoy. You get the right of refusal, right?
Who said there would be a relationship? There are no relationships. You get married first.
I know it can't hurt to e-mail, but I keep trying to IGNORE this so I can perhaps happily interact with women in real life. "Hey, you want to have dinner sometime? By the way, I'm e-mailing with potential wives at the moment."
You get the right of refusal, right?
Yeah. This whole thing is just freaking me out. That it's a freaking process.
Rental~ma, sj!
Breathing~ma, beth!
Why I feel I must convey this in telegraphic short sentences I don't know. Stop.
Heh. Also? Once have laptop, can't go back. Stop.
This whole thing is just freaking me out. That it's a freaking process.
Theoretically, though, you can just keep emailing them politely, and saying, "Nope, not the one," ad infinitum, right? And ask nice, fun women out to dinner or a movie or bowling or whatever, too?
"Hey, you want to have dinner sometime? By the way, I'm e-mailing with potential wives at the moment."I think I dated P-C a while back...