I was going to post about my pooping story of the weekend, but I stopped because it is annoying to not have an easy title for the guy I am seeing. He is not a BF, not an SO, not a FB...
Anyways, it wasn't an interesting story. So I guess it is okay that I didn't share. Though, in a way, I have shared, just by making this here post. You're welcome.
My new ottoman from Target has a tear in it and the cleaning people forgot to clean the shower. They only clean the bathrooms and kitchen, so I don't understand how they can forget to clean the shower.
"Why would you ruin perfectly good peanuts by adding candy corn? That's like saying hey, I have these awesome nachos, guess I better add some dryer lint." - Nonny
TrickyBob If you really feel that way, I would look into it. I am so much happier now than I was in 6 years of marriage. If my only choices were mountains of debt or being in that marriage again, I would take the debt. (((hugs)))
Agreed. Please reconsider the debt situation. You can negotiate such things.
Well the rest of us were raised to squat over a hole in the ground, so...
This is bringing up really unfortunate backpacking flashbacks. I'm sorry camp leader, I think I misunderstood you. This little orange shovel is for what now?
IT'S A SPADE!!! ENDS MEAT FOR THE WHOLE DAMN DAY!!!! (i skipped the last five pages for this)
This is making me think of the time that my ex's stepdad had to break my poop in half to get the toilet to flush because he refused to let me do it myself. He was a fancy person who ironed his jeans and made me park my dated car down the street. I used to have sequoia-girth bowel movements that alarmed myself. I'm so glad the next FIL to be only saw a shark attack on my ass during my period.
So my foot, right. I had this mole cut out. Shaved off. So, no stitches, but on top of all my other ailments, we got a bleeder! here, and every time I put it down, it starts to seep. Sick, right? Yes. So, I've been sitting with it up like I broke my leg, when it reality, it's minor, but I'm super-agitated and I watched 30 Days Of Night, because I lost the channel changer and didn't want to get up and re-seep, and I honestly have PTSD from that movie. Holy shit.
Also, I've analyzed all my past relationships while I stared at the wall and I'm editing this whole thing because I think the apple Izze that I drank was laced with crack.
When I started reading this thread I was in the same position as toledo in regards to having a hard time getting my eating in check. By the time I finished all 10 pgs I have lost my appetite and have no desire to eat anything. I need to read this everyday.
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby
"Why would you ruin perfectly good peanuts by adding candy corn? That's like saying hey, I have these awesome nachos, guess I better add some dryer lint." - Nonny