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No word. No hope of getting any word. No Xanax or equivalent drugs in the house. Afraid to take sleeping pills because I'm afraid I won't wake up if/when I get any news. Too much of a headache to drink.

Please let him be ok. :(

:rose:

I wonder why I kept thinking DGE was holding a riding crop when it is a ruler?

Wishful thinking?

lol
:)

You, um, always crop up at the oddest times and places, sereneone. And I'm so glad you have your av back up. :)
 
No word. No hope of getting any word. No Xanax or equivalent drugs in the house. Afraid to take sleeping pills because I'm afraid I won't wake up if/when I get any news. Too much of a headache to drink.

Please let him be ok. :(

Deep breathing? Chamomile tea? A hot bath and some good music? Omega 3's can be really helpful in times of stress...Fish oils...walnuts...flax seed... Are you eating? Good proteins and fats are SO important for these emotional marathons we end up on sometimes. Headaches can often caused by dehydration...please try to drink more water and see if it helps... It definitely won't hurt.

I hope that you get the answers you need soon and that they are the kind that make you *whew* and wipe your brow... >>HUGS<<
 
WOO HOOOOOOO congratulations!!!

Congratulations seela!

Thanks! It's my second Bachelor's degree, so I'm not really celebrating, but it's always nice to get congratulations. I leave the celebration to the day I get my Master's. :)

No word. No hope of getting any word. No Xanax or equivalent drugs in the house. Afraid to take sleeping pills because I'm afraid I won't wake up if/when I get any news. Too much of a headache to drink.

Please let him be ok. :(
I hope you've managed to get some sleep, Bunny. I've been in a similar situation myself, when my bf was in a car accident and his parents didn't really know about me, so they didn't know, what to tell me. So I know how horrible it is to wait for some news in the middle of the night.

I hope the surgery went well and you've already heard some good news! *hugs* :rose:
 
I'm watching tv, and the married couple is having a sulk because she's run out of her 'tube of contraceptive stuff' and now they're arguing over him sometimes buying condoms.

And all I can think is 'it's kinda sad if there's no sex because there's no contraceptive - there's handjobs and blow jobs, and licking, and fingering and anal and more'

Sadface
 
*hugs bunny*

Hey fungiug long time no see, was wondering where you'd gone the other day.

MWY, havent you seen enough? ;)
 
Hey fungiug long time no see, was wondering where you'd gone the other day.
Good golly, miss molly! (I bet you've never heard that before. ;) )

I've been out learning to dance, including rock 'n roll (but mostly Latin and Ballroom.) It's hard work! Fun though. Going to take a year or two of classes before I get anwhere near what I would call "good".

Other than that... moved in with my fiance/slave, and that's going well. Doing some support in the local community (starting up a rope skill-share this month, for example). Generally living life and working on getting better from my breakdown.

Mostly these days I hang around on Fetlife, as there's a strong Kiwi contingent on there to chat with.
 
For all the things I long to beat,
for all the chairs I long to seat,
for all the sammies I long to meat,
for all the string I long to bead,
for all the earth I long to seed,
for all the words I long to read,
for all the shoulders I long to lean,
for all the shows I have never seen,
for all the folks who have been mean,
for all the worries not worth a bean,
for all the words left so unclean,
for all the sorrows left unseen,
for all the wine I have yet to sip,
for all the breads I have yet to rip,
for all the tastes I have yet to lip,
for all the tears I have yet to cry,
for all the hats I have yet to buy,
for all the firsts I have yet to try,
for all the lovers I have yet to lay,
for all the chances I have held at bay,
for all the compliments I have yet to pay,
for all the jokes I have yet to say,
for all the games I have yet to play,
for all in life that comes what may,
wait right there... I am on my way.
 
For all the things I long to beat,
for all the chairs I long to seat,
for all the sammies I long to meat,
for all the string I long to bead,
for all the earth I long to seed,
for all the words I long to read,
for all the shoulders I long to lean,
for all the shows I have never seen,
for all the folks who have been mean,
for all the worries not worth a bean,
for all the words left so unclean,
for all the sorrows left unseen,
for all the wine I have yet to sip,
for all the breads I have yet to rip,
for all the tastes I have yet to lip,
for all the tears I have yet to cry,
for all the hats I have yet to buy,
for all the firsts I have yet to try,
for all the lovers I have yet to lay,
for all the chances I have held at bay,
for all the compliments I have yet to pay,
for all the jokes I have yet to say,
for all the games I have yet to play,
for all in life that comes what may,
wait right there... I am on my way.

Ah, I love the smell of optimism in the morning.
 
The "in town once or twice a month for work" lover-type-person has decided to take a sabbatical this summer [for reasons I wholly support], but I'm finding myself feeling a bit twitchy. Because I was just starting to relax enough to think it would be nice if he was around more often... and phrases like "I really didn't intend to get this attached" or "I'm not going to actually say goodbye, because it's only temporary" and I do not have a good history. :rolleyes:
 
It's not wise to wipe one's eyes after having just finished a sandwich overflowing with giardinera.

@Ms Mouse, you always offer up interestingly delicate introspections with a twist. I trust that you'll find your way to a peaceful state of mind soon enough.
 
It's not wise to wipe one's eyes after having just finished a sandwich overflowing with giardinera.

@Ms Mouse, you always offer up interestingly delicate introspections with a twist. I trust that you'll find your way to a peaceful state of mind soon enough.

Mmm... one of these days it would be nice to look up and realize I've managed to completely pass the interestingly delicate introspections stuff right on by because there isn't anything interesting, or delicate, to introspect about. LOL
 
I'm feeling very needy today. More than usual.

It's most likely because I'm feeling more sharp pain today than I have in a week or so. My own fault. I knew I shouldn't have been doing what I was doing at work today, but it's really hard to tell my boss "Hey I can't expidite drive thru because that means that I have to bend more than twice this hour".

And just because I know why I'm feeling needy doesn't make me feel any less needy.

I"m going to go pout until the drugs finally knock me out.


*pout*
 
Mmm... one of these days it would be nice to look up and realize I've managed to completely pass the interestingly delicate introspections stuff right on by because there isn't anything interesting, or delicate, to introspect about. LOL

Be careful what you wish for, my friend. What you describe sounds a lot like waking death.
 
He's fine. At least this time, someone had the decency to let me know.
 
He's fine. At least this time, someone had the decency to let me know.

Good!





Hmmm... I just spend three hours in the dentist chair, with the nitrous turned up to 11. I had some INCREDIBLE epiphanies from the gods.

None of which I will share with the mortal world, or even with this board. ;)

Except, I can relay this:


Everything. Everything. Everything.

Is going to be. Fucking. Fine.
 
NO2 Does seem to be a rather cheery deity. :D

If the Mormons and Jehovah's Witnesses would strap a tank of it onto me before they ask to come in, it's a given that I'd have signed up, and been kicked out, 400 times by now. :)
 
Everything. Everything. Everything.

Is going to be. Fucking. Fine.

Hmm, this is usually the toast I make before I take a shot of some sort of hard alcohol. (Ok, fine, whatever, the shot is more like a grape kamikaze. I'm a wimp)





Why, o' why, didn't I get a potty trained puppy instead of the pee machine I did?
 
Why do people turn up at 8am on Sunday morning to say hello? And if I don't answer the door they knock on my window to wake me up. That is just pure evil.

And what is with them expecting me to speak some vague form of english at that time of the morning?
 
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