The New Isolated Blurt BDSM Thread

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I've reached the point of exhaustion where I don't even care that I'm overworked, cold, hungry and all but abandoning my self-care. I work, I work late, I come home, eat something, sit around pretending I don't want to sleep before 9pm. Sleep, wake up as late as possible, drag myself into work, and repeat.

I need a weekend off, and I need spring -_-
 
How do you politely suggest to a friend that maybe what she needs to cure what ails her is medication and not more dick?

*Sigh*

:rolleyes:
 
You don't!

I suppose not.

I'd say that maybe I should block her phone number until she calms down, but this has been going on for over a year. Yesterday, she sent me 20 screenshots from various text conversations with her various dudes. Twenty. Like I somehow give a damn about her self-created drama.

*Sigh* I'm too old for this shit.
 
I suppose not.

I'd say that maybe I should block her phone number until she calms down, but this has been going on for over a year. Yesterday, she sent me 20 screenshots from various text conversations with her various dudes. Twenty. Like I somehow give a damn about her self-created drama.

*Sigh* I'm too old for this shit.

I believe that Danny Glover turned 68 today.
 
I suppose not.

I'd say that maybe I should block her phone number until she calms down, but this has been going on for over a year. Yesterday, she sent me 20 screenshots from various text conversations with her various dudes. Twenty. Like I somehow give a damn about her self-created drama.

*Sigh* I'm too old for this shit.

Lately, every time there's a conversation at work that I'm supposed to find interesting, I find myself thinking "*sigh* I'm too old for this shit."
 
My body hates me, no really it does. Bah...

On another note though, how is it I can easily go skydiving, but I can't easily do something as easy as this?... yes to at least doing...something...though. :rose:
 
I feel like we all need a cuppa.

*brings out a few fresh pots of various teas*

Please, enjoy. If you need something further, I've got rum and stout in the back :p
 
At the restaurant last night, the waiter looked like Vin Diesel's kid brother. He walked with a bodybuilder's swagger and gave off an air of slumming it in his job whilst waiting for something more fitting to come along.

I ordered a Caesar salad with blackened salmon and asked for the salad dressing to be separate. He looked at me like I was insane.

"Why do you want the dressing separate? Do you not like it?"
"Yes I do, but I prefer it to be separate please"
"Yeah, but why? Why do you want it separate?"
"Because I prefer to add the dressing myself"
"Do you not like it?"
"Yes, I just said I like it"
"So why do you want it separate?"
"Because they always put too much on so I like to add it myself. Is that ok?"

He grunted and walked off, leaving me a bit puzzled as to why he was so surprised by my request.

Two minutes later, a bowl of salad arrived sans salmon but complete with dressing. I called him over and pointed it out, so he grunted again and walked off.

Another few minutes passed, and another bowl of salad arrived again without salmon but with a separate dressing.

Then the rest of the food arrived. He brought out another plate for me, this time containing salmon, but with yet more salad (with dressing) and a plate for daughter with an omelette in place of the burger she'd ordered.

Faced now with three bowls of salad and a daughter with a 'you're not getting me to eat that' look on her face as she sneered at her omelette, I was dangerously near giggling as I told him the order was still wrong.

I don't know who was more relieved when we left...
 
I feel like we all need a cuppa.

*brings out a few fresh pots of various teas*

Please, enjoy. If you need something further, I've got rum and stout in the back :p


Mmmm chamomile tea please and thank you! Ok, you just officially made me smile.

*offers cookies to everyone*

As soon as I'm done the tea, the rum is sounding a might bit tempting!
 
At the restaurant last night, the waiter looked like Vin Diesel's kid brother. He walked with a bodybuilder's swagger and gave off an air of slumming it in his job whilst waiting for something more fitting to come along.

I ordered a Caesar salad with blackened salmon and asked for the salad dressing to be separate. He looked at me like I was insane.

"Why do you want the dressing separate? Do you not like it?"
"Yes I do, but I prefer it to be separate please"
"Yeah, but why? Why do you want it separate?"
"Because I prefer to add the dressing myself"
"Do you not like it?"
"Yes, I just said I like it"
"So why do you want it separate?"
"Because they always put too much on so I like to add it myself. Is that ok?"

"On the side."

Sally?
 
It's nice not to over-analyze everything sometimes. Not sure why it's working for me now, but I'll try not to poke at it...
 
(・_・;

I'm supposed to be ironing right now and I can't bring myself to actually do it.

Damn you Lit boards! ( ̄^ ̄)ゞ
 
Leaving the grocery store today, I passed a couple standing at the scale. The man was standing on the scale, he lifted one leg and said, "I don't understand why it's not changing if I take one foot off the scale."

(-。-;
 
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