Hee. Last night, I was going to post a "Jesus Christ, all I do is fucking COMPLAIN in Bitches anymore; I swear I am just going to post porn from now on" but then I went to bed.
Sometimes I think I, er, bitch too much in Bitches and don't offer enough support, and I feel bad. But my brain likes tangents and I tend to be either "Grrr! This is what I am worried about right now and I have to get it out!" and/or "Oh, gosh, (this) is happening to X, Y, and Z -- here's my advice and I hope you ar -- oh, look, tinfoil! SHINY!"
It doesn't make me a bad or a good person -- it's just what it is. I try to be my best. Sometime, FAIL.
Anyway, it's raining here, parents are weird, talking to people can be fraught, caffiene is a win, growing up sucks sometimes and sex is awesome.
Yeah, that is still incredibly sad.
I missed Alan Grayson on Kos yesterday.
Which is a little sad, but at least I didn't post
"Dude, I mean, sir:
You are the funniest-looking person I ever wanted to lick all over. Well, okay, except for that thirty seconds at the Oscars when I fancied Michael Moore. Don't worry, I'm over that.
P.S. You are now a millionaire...it's okay to wear clothes that match.
xxoo
go porn! choose porn!
I AM! PORN I CHOOSE YOU! LET'S GET IT ON!
I am going to put Barry White on a contstant replay for the next week of my job hunt. SEXY LADY ADJUNCT!
I was going to post a "Jesus Christ, all I do is fucking COMPLAIN in Bitches anymore; I swear I am just going to post porn from now on" but then I went to bed.
Heh. All I do is complain, or post clicky-links of shoes. Go porn, choose porn!
I vote for porn, too! Porn makes everything better.
I second apple butter, too!
Hmmm, nothing original to say, today. That's okay, seconding is a well-respected activity on this board.
I am going to put Barry White on a contstant replay for the next week of my job hunt. SEXY LADY ADJUNCT!
awwwwwwww, yeah!
I just want to point out that everyone's
voting
for porn, but no one is posting any. I have to step out for a minute to do some business. I expect this situation to be rectified when I return.
APPLE BUTTER! Do you have a crock pot?
I have two crock pots. Will your recipe require me to have to jar some up for later, because I'm kind of afraid of doing that?
I have a comment about "broken-record" posting but there is a rat in my recliner and the cat (who brought it in here) is being No Help At All. So I skipped the last 40 posts to make it all about meeeeee. I have the front door open and a carriage whip but rats are very clever. On the plus side she doesn't seem to be injured at all.
Hey, I thought it was awesome that a straight middle-aged dude would show that kind of solidarity.
I think that is pretty awesome.
I lied through omission to my mom, because there were things that we simply couldn't talk about without it devolving into tears. Mostly religion. There are some things where there simply won't be a middle ground so you can either continue to fight the battle or just not talk about it. It was easier to discuss things with Dad, because he could actually debate emotionally laden issues without taking disagreement as equaling a dismissal of his entire moral structure. I really miss talking to him about things. Back in college I'd come home with ideas that I knew he'd disagree with (generally--sometimes I was surprisingly wrong) and I'd know I was on to something if I could either debate Dad to a standstill or even win one. He was pretty smart.
Mom was the one I could tell I was writing porn, though. She didn't want to read it, but she was ok knowing about it. I guess that was one of the few things over which Dad went into "father of little girl" mode. I could discuss the idea of porn with him, though, just not my own creation thereof.
