There is an unpleasant air about this thread. It smells of bitchiness...
Hmmm I have so many projects to finish, perhaps I shall finish my cosplays.
You don't need your winter boots, she said. It's warm out, she said. My feet were frozen and had no feeling and only a hot bath could revive them.
where you can be as rude as you want to be and never get into trouble.
He makes me feel special, he makes me feel the way I had with you in the beginning, but I feel more with him. And in the end, I didn't feel special, I felt like junk at a flea market, when I was with you. So I am keeping him for a while, at least so I can say I been with him forever, and taken your place
As the endtime nears, I wonder. Have I been as good as I thought I was, or did I not reach far enough? Did I do all I could? I did terrible things that had to be done, but was I right, was it truly necessary? I guess it is good that I keep questioning myself. Doubt can be good at times. It can keep us humble. I often need humble, but I wish I had more satisfaction. I always wanted to leave the world a better place, but it seems I have been unsuccessful in that. Why do things seem worse now than 30 years ago? Maybe it is not worse it just seems like it to me. I am not as happy as I once was, perhaps that is what interferes with a proper evaluation of the truth? Maybe I am no longer able to really know what is true anymore?
You can't get there from here, because when you get there you're still here and here is now there. I have posted the first part of my most ambitious project to date: a very long saga - Going Away - that is, as yet, unfinished. At the moment it runs to 22,000+ words! I really hope that you guys will get behind it and read it...
Oh god!!!! Where the hell is my high heeled boots!!!
Her courage was her crown and she wore it like a queen -Atticus
I love the speed of a newly installed hard drive; I hate having to reinstall most of the drivers and programs.
Anxiety: people are too loud. Perhaps my phone is a crutch. But sitting the the corner of the kitchen is getting some odd looks.
Why does the Plant Manager feel there needs to be salaried Supervision for 10 employees on a Saturday night? Maybe its because its free? Yeah, downside of salaries, I don't get paid for overtime.
Oh goody, another night in the office, waiting for something bad to happen. I might as well have a sign on the door that says, "break Glass in case of emergency." Its pretty bad when I regret finishing my reports.
Well that just ticked me off.