yay! I'm glad you found someone nice
I didn't mean to say it twice, but why not
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yay! I'm glad you found someone nice
I didn't mean to say it twice, but why not
Hil, that's great!
Man, I hate throwing up. I mean, the general process is quite unpleasant, of course, but all day today (I got sick last night) my ribs and core muscles have been so sore from it.
Things I did not expect about taking online classes: I commented in one of the forums that I had finished one of the homework assignments, and now a 22-year-old guy in Moscow is pestering me for help over Facebook Messenger.
Can we nickname him Official?
Pretty please?
No.
Hil, very cool!
Andi, my love, that is a feeling I know all too well. This city I love is so fucked, and it's all I can do to keep myself going. Blah.
Went on a pretty good date last night, had a second date today with same guy, and just had to tell him that there will not be a third. Dating sucks. I'm tired of it. I don't know if I'm being too picky or not picky enough. Maybe I'll just never find a partner. Sorry to be all Eeyore, but the emotional rollercoaster is a bitch.
I hear you so so much, smonster. Also, really hope I get to see you some over thanksgiving!
wrod.(Not that I even try all that much.) I'd really like to find somebody, actually, but I feel like I missed a window everyone saw but me, and now it's, like, too late, and half the time the people who swear "The chair is not a problem!1" are really just hoping I can be adorable and positive full-time like The Push Girls on TV, which means they have no clue what my life is really like, but if I got too honest, maybe that isn't fun?(Hell, it's my own life, and sometimes my most clear-eyed and unvarnished look at it isn't fun for me, much less my hypothetical partner.)And I know that Mr. or Ms. Right might just look at all my crap and love me anyway, but how could I ever get from 0 to that kind of one-in-a-millionness.(And I actually feel better about myself than ever, actually, but heavy things are heavy, a. and 2. I've actually missed a hell of a lot, but at the same time not really for reasons that I could write an inspiring "as told to" biography about, ie, spending years in a well or something. And I'm fortyish now, which means, crip or not, that some of my own deal-breakers(Yes, I do have them, though it seems like the height of ingratitude for some) have started to pile up a bit.
Of course we'll call him whatever you want, but OK Cupid Guy might get old...