Sox, if you want to borrow my spine, it's steel reinforced! Either way, good luck with the negotiations.

It's a beautiful day out... and I can't see to get myself off the couch. What is up? Stupid tyranny of good weather.

And the plot thickens.

I already told my awesome roommates 3 weeks ago I'm going. Another girl saw the flat and decided it was good, and because she went abroad she said a fast "yes" and went away (she said "yes" about two days before she went away).

She didn't sign anything, but I feel like I'm kicking her out. Which I am.

I'm looking for apartments myself at the moment. Tomorrow, until Yom Kippur will enter, I'll try to solve this mess.

I just hate it when my mess affects others. I really feel shitty about it, and moving everyone's plans because this moving is do damn ridiculous.

Screw you, plot.

Ugh. That's irritating as hell. I hope you find somewhere quickly, Shir, or that you get to stay where you are.

I keep trying to remember what it was like when Hubby and I got together, and I don't remember doing much work. I think this comes from Hubby's obsessive-compulsive nature combined with a caveman instinct of "Woman! Want!". Luckily this intersected with my agreeableness to being wanted and liking his brains. It sounds both shameless and smug, but I've never tried to build a connection with a stranger, just let friends become friends with benefits. Which is probably laziness on my behalf.

I'm a very lucky woman. And I just found myself gazing on my husband's bare foot and admiring the curves. I suppose I should keep him. Because the idea of trying to meet someone new is horrifying.

I've never tried to build a connection with a stranger, just let friends become friends with benefits. Which is probably laziness on my behalf.

Because the idea of trying to meet someone new is horrifying.

I think you reached the conclusion of why this isn't laziness by yourself. More like self preservation, IMHO.

Honestly, a not-so-small part of me thinks stranger who are trying to hit on me are crazy, perhaps partly suicidal. There's no way I'll know you're sane in 5 or 50 minutes, pal, and vice versa. And the mind thing, the thing that takes a while to discover, is my biggest turn on. Can't tell it by a first minute impression, even if you look good and smell nice.

I highly recommend getting set up by a friend that knows you well and just sort of falling into a ltr with that person without really trying. That's what worked for me.

I've never tried to build a connection with a stranger, just let friends become friends with benefits. Which is probably laziness on my behalf.

That's how I've been for the most part. All of my...romantic encounters have been friends.

I highly recommend getting set up by a friend that knows you well and just sort of falling into a ltr with that person without really trying. That's what worked for me.

Ha. Last night, someone on my flist sent me the e-mail of a geeky Desi girl in New York.

For some reason, I got sucked into watching Britain's Got Talent clips on YouTube. These kids are just ridiculously fun: [link]

Coincidentally, I am looking up recipes for beef stew right now.