But I think the difference there is that if I were to chop it all off, he'd still think I was hot and try to jump me just as much as if I had extensions put in that reached my ass.
This is absolutely true.
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But I think the difference there is that if I were to chop it all off, he'd still think I was hot and try to jump me just as much as if I had extensions put in that reached my ass.
This is absolutely true.
Also - I'd like to toss a good news out there:
I just found out that I was awarded a Foundation scholarship for next fall and next winter at my college! WOOHOO!!!
Yay, Aims! You rock!!!
Now that the plantar fasciitis in my right foot has cleared up, apparently, I'll be having it in my left foot now.
Yeah. That's how it went with me too- it sucked! I was wearing sneakers non stop for the better part of a year.
Also, I am Teppy WRT owning my own appearance
Happy Birthday to Juliana!
Exactly, I don't hesitate to tell DH how I prefer he wear his hair/beard/clothes, but it doesn't mean I expect him to follow my whim. He expresses his opinion on how he likes my hair, etc., but always makes me feel that I look great.
Just had to use my Big Girl Voice with an online pharmacy.
I paid for overnight shipping. Nothing came yesterday. I'm told its coming today.
"We'll refund part of the shipping and charge you for two day"
"No. You'll refund all of the shipping because I sat around here yesterday waiting for UPS and now I'm going to have to find somebody to do that today."
Ugh. Now I have to find someone to sit around here all day. (Hopefully one of the roommates will be around)
I don't think I've ever told a man I was involved with that I thought he should change his appearance.
I have? In fact, I believe I told Paul he is never allowed to shave his beard off again, because it makes him look like Peter Lorre, and that shit just ain't right.
And, see, once again I prove that I am a RAGING ASSHOLE.
Sorry.
I've told Stephen about a billion times that he shaves off his beard and mustache over my dead body.
Sorry again.
I'm not trying to be a dick (well, I don't *have* to try, since I *am* one so effortlessly); I just have issues which I will try to shut the fuck up about since everyone can already recite my issues and the medications that I have taken for them.
I'm growing it out because Joe said that he really liked my hair long, way back when. But I think the difference there is that if I were to chop it all off, he'd still think I was hot and try to jump me just as much as if I had extensions put in that reached my ass.
t not shutting the fuck up, because (see above) I am a dick
You know something? I think I'd be okay less upset when a man tells me what change I should make to my appearance to be considered attractive *if* it were ever delivered in a manner that didn't make me think that I'm still attractive not actively repulsive if I *didn't* make the recommended change.
It's like -- I already *know* in what ways I'm not attractive; it just kills something inside me when people tell me what *else* is apparently not attractive enough. This is all I have to work with, you know?
I'd like to toss a good news out there:
Woo! Excellent news.
In matters not pertaining to me being a dick:
Happy Birthday juliana!!!!!
not shutting the fuck up, because (see above) I am a dick
I'd try and roll my eyes at you, but you are making me smile too much. Watch what you say about my friend Teppy, or I'll start telling you how to dress/post/vote.
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I'll start telling you how to dress/post/vote.
It's only the appearance-related issues that slide past my defenses, because my appearance has always been disapproved of.
Posting/voting/any brain-related activity -- I'm impervious to insults. Any time someone calls me stupid, or insinuates something similar, all I can do is laugh. Because, SRSLY? The one thing I am *not* is stupid.
But suggest that I'd look better if only my hair were 1/4 inch longer and perhaps just a touch blonder, and it's padded-cell time.
(I apologize to The Boy ALL THE TIME for being such a freak about this. I am dating the most patient man on the face of the planet.)