Willow ,'Get It Done'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I just want to be all strong and independent and not need anyone or their money or whatever. I feel like a leech and gold-digger, and I KNOW that's not the case. I do; and so does he. But, it's hard to convince myself otherwise.
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poptarts:
It was nekkid brie. I should have taken a picture. It was beautiful, if I do say so myself.
CBD is helping me with some stuff that is filled with baggage for me (money, actually), and it freaks me out that he won't be able to handle it, and he'll leave...or that I'll lose independence that I've fought so hard for.
Actually, that sounds like a grown-up worry for me. It took awhile to for DH and I to figure that part out after we were living together. It is only wrong if the situation was reversed, you wouldn't help him.
(((vw))) That is definitely an adult problem. Try to remember and give yourself some credit for all you do for him, like all the yummy food you cook.
I might try out the new tester chocolate chip cookie recipe from CI today, if I get enough done cleaning up and stuff today.
I am guessing I will be loseing my stove/oven on Tuesady or wednesday. But that should mean a new slate floor by Saturday
Just my personal opinion - if you might EVER remove a carpet, don't glue it down.
omnis, you're in Texas, right? I didn't go to there when I traveled U.S.. If you live there, however, I promise to come next time I'll be in U.S., which I believe will be in the next decade, unless flight prices will go way high and I'll stay on the same pay level.
{{vw}}
You American guys know I have no idea what poptarts are, right? Or the rest of the Gilmore Girls food.
The shloshim (Hebrew for thirty, marks 30 days after the funeral and placing the tombstone) for my late friend will take place this Friday, and the announcement hit me almost out of the blue. I didn't go for the get together my friends had - it was late, far from my busy-student-life center, and I had 12 hours day in uni the day after, after the first day in uni. I thought it would be too much. The shloshim, however...
First I thought not going there, because it's the weekend and I really, really need the rest, but if I'll have a ride I really think I'll go. The funny thing is, I read the announcement just when I thought about how I'll start my day tomorrow, very her cool way of life style. Guess I did take some attention to take example from her, the wonderful way she lived.
And I want to go there, to celebrate her, to meet with friends, to hug, to console, to be consoled.
And I don't want to go there, to make all this way and not resting, only to be remember once again she's gone.
Speaking of rest, I'm going to bed now: another 12 hours day at uni tomorrow. Will catch up with you later.
beth, I can't imagine any carpet that wouldn't be removed someday. Unless, I mean, you're just gonna tear the house down. But, then, sometimes people are crazy in their remodeling decisions.
Shir, ya, I just moved to Texas. C'mon down. Hmm, I wonder how care packages would be through international customs and all. I could do some baking, throw in some pop tarts. Is it ok I don't follow anything close to Kosher kitchen rules?
FWIW, I think you should go. Something tells me you will get a different kind of 'rest'. Something your mind, heart, and soul need more than your body.
OK, off to work. Blah.