I need an instruction manual for men.
edit: or one man in particular. Up and down like a freakin yoyo
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I need an instruction manual for men.
edit: or one man in particular. Up and down like a freakin yoyo
I can't believe it's already been two yearsQuote:
Originally Posted by Mishanya [Dear Guest/Member you have to reply to see the link.click here to register]
I'm still sick, and my chest hurts from coughing.
Booo, that seems to be going around right now. Summertime colds just seem wrong.
I've been coughing a bit lately, too.Quote:
Originally Posted by vashti [Dear Guest/Member you have to reply to see the link.click here to register]
Nothin' too bad, but just yesterday morning I started coughing up a bit of phlegm, it came out of nowhere.
I'm annoyed that the guy im seeing is getting a bit full on. Why does everything have to have a label? why cant it just be what it is. I'm having fun, thats good enough for me.
^^^ I completely agree.
2 days, 2days of work left (before I go on holidays) and I get such ****ed up project that I wish I could die there on my desk . For 7 hours I did not even 1 interview, hell I didn't even do one appointment , I hate projects like this . Just 2 days left and after I'm done, don't wanna hear about my job or anything that has something to do with my job. Probably I will have no internet connection in that villa on Corsica,so there is going to be just me , my man and Corsica :)
I have a day off......
.....but that's because originally I had Saturday off. Now I don't. GRRRRRR.
A little annoyed about this roommate situation. I left my (original) roommate a note on the mirror this morning saying "New sublet moved in, surprise!" He texted me this evening saying "So she almost blew the place up, and the whole flat reeks of propane". Apparently self-piloting gas stoves and Dutch people aren't a good combo. And, when I came home tonight, the front door was unlocked and open. And the bathroom is turning nasty already.
I agree with everyone, girls suck as roommates. (With the exception of me.)
I went back to work too soon. I am still hacking up my lungs.
I got a temporary gig, doin' some carpentry and painting for the equivalent of 8 dollars an hour.
This is just more than half of what I'm used to making, but beggars can't be choosers.
I can respect a guy that hires non-mexicans to do menial labor.
Anyway, I can't sleep, and haven't been able to get on a good sleeping schedule for the past two days.
This whole situation stresses me out, and I miss my g/f...
I ate a slice of cheesecake and now I can feel it seating at the back of my throat and whatever I do I can't get rid of that aftertaste. I knew there was a reason why I stopped eating cheesecakes. But it's too late now and I'll just have to suffer the consequnces for my mistake.
Im moving house in 6 weeks, i tried to start sorting stuff out earlier but i honestly dont have a clue where to start. I have sooooo much stuff its unreal. And thats not to mention all of my sons old toys and clothes that i am seriously hoarding as i cant bare to throw them away! Grrrrrrrr.
I slept rotten last night. My dinner just sat in my tummy all night long like a food baby.