Spike ,'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
[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.
Boo stalkers! (Heck, I'd feel weird if most of my friends who aren't already on this board, started reading it! Though most of them I'd probably get used to it pretty quickly)
It's easy enough to date a vegetarian when you're a carnivore (assuming neither of you is militant)...and I feel like it wouldn't be that hard to live with/eat with a vegan...but it is definitely harder to go out to restaurants and especially to travel. But definitely not a reason to not meet the guy!
But definitely not a reason to not meet the guy!
What she said! It's not like he said something crazy. Although I am reminded of a friend who dumped a guy because he didn't approve of her eating garlic on a date. (I think she made the right choice.)
Cindy, I'm ready to circle the wagons around you. Any thing the least bit useful I can do, say the word.
How long has it been since we all looked at furniture porn together? [link]
ETA: posting this because I figured, best to just act normal.
How long has it been since we all looked at furniture porn together?
Oh my giddy aunt.
Shades of Angelfire.
Andi, that is an ita quality link, there. I'm scarred for life.
Cyberstalking is scary-ass shit, Cindy; I hope the person buggers off and gets sucked into a intertubes garbage disposal.
I'm sad to see so many people struggling with depression, but OTOH, it makes me feel right at home and comfortable here, since it makes me just "one of us", which is actually quite comforting. It makes it easier to let go of the "bad, wrong, lazy, stupid" thoughts that eat away at the ego and self-confidence. Thanks for being here and being honest; it gives me something to strive for.
This stalker needs to back off OUR Cindy.
How long has it been since we all looked at furniture porn together? [link]
Bwah!
Everyone here is fine, but there really needs to be a rule that there's no drama until I've at least had my second cuppa and can reasonably handle the drama. After I fed ltc this morning I left her nomming on her bamboo bowl like every morning while I grabbed a face cloth to wash her up, and when I came back a minute later the bowl was on the floor with a chunk missing. Logically, I knew that it probably broke when it hit the floor, but it took me forever to find that chunk, which had skittered underneath the hope chest, while panicking that she had somehow managed to swallow the shard in the minute I was gone. Sigh.
Well, sj, that'll get the adrenaline going.