BlueDev... it sounds like it might be some pretty brutal stress that is causing this. "might" is the operative word in that sentence... have you recently undergone some big changes in your life? new job? fighting with someone important to you? price of gas too high? what's eating you?
guys don't get "upset," and that me asking him that only pisses him off. eggsfuckingxactly!
umm, there IS a professional football league for girls. you didn't know? i believe you will find their website here ---> womens pro football and no, i'm not making this up
this prob'ly isn't what you want to hear, but then, it won't be a shock either. everyone reacts differently to it. Some people will be able to just switch with no prob, and others will come to work with big bags under their eyes everynight, and will have trouble staying awake at work... follow the tips from the previous post and I think you'll be just fine... let me know how things go, k?
well i hope that things work out on all fronts... i'm sure you'll keep us posted
talk about a bit of a role reversal... y'all are just weird... you know he might just be testing you. that's something that women do all the time, and you know it. He walks in and sees you enjoying the football game, and instantly he begins to wonder, "is that football game more important than me?" only one way to find out.
'how are you' is still not as annoying as that other one... that f***ing stupid question, "are you o.k.?" that people seem to invariably ask at a moment that you're not 'O.K.' and don't really want to talk about it so gothefuckaway... end rant
i used to try n blog everyday... i tried to make myself write something even when i had nothing to say... sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't... but then i went on a 3 month 'military induced hiatus', and since i've returned I really haven't had the ambition to pick up where I left off... i'm sure that things will get back to somewhat of a schedule when I go back to work, but for now i'm just out there flapping in the wind. and happy to be doing so. <img src="../i
my heart goes out to you in this time of sorrow... i'm truly sorry for your loss... it's time like these that make me truly appreciate the great Brother MFC-5100 combination printer/fax/copier/scanner that I have in my life... perhaps you should cremate her and spread the ashes over her favorite place...
Nicky, congrats on your promotion... hehehe... i've been working the graveyard shift (we call it MIDS) for more than 2 years now (i even worked mids in the desert), and i can tell you that it's the greatest shift ever. I won't list all the things I love about it, because i'd rather you find out on your own. but i will give you a couple tips about adjusting sleep schedules. These being from my many months of experience. drink water. I know it sou
i hate to do it, but i just can't help it... i am forever the devil's advocate... perhaps I should change my nick to that... I can understand you being mad... I mean, really I do. But THAT mad? Mad enough to rant about it? Sounds like someone needs to have a few of life's conveniences taken away for a while... There are a couple hundred thousand troops in the middle east right now t
does anyone else see a striking similarity between the writings of one 'Madpoet' and a 'M-post'... ???
suggestion #2: 'accidently' use one of the shirts as a rag when cleaning something up... like washing the wheels on your car... 2 down, 8 to go... there are some brilliant people here at JU... surely they can help think of ways to systematically remove the shirts... just be careful. your husband seems a bit shrewd. you will have to spread out the wardrobe cleansing process.
you must formulate a plan to rid yourself of the shirts one by one. suggestion #1: put on one of the shirts (i know it would pain you to do this)... when he comes home from work, meet him at the door with only the shirt on. frantically tell him that he must make love to you. encourage him to tear the shirt off... one down, 9 to go
My dad joined for the money, the college, and a way out of town... had to support that new bride of his... my brother joined for the money, the challenge, the adventure, and for a way out of town. I joined for the first time for the money, cause i was bored, cause my girlfriend told me she 'just wanted to take it slow', and to get out of town. i joined the 2nd time because i couldn't find a decent job and because the military was all i really knew. </
Never believe a spouse who says they don't want anything for their birthday. i believe the word 'spouse' should be replaced with the word "wife"... if a man tells you not to get him anything for his birthday, you can just buy him a 12 pack of beer, and show up naked. help him drink the beer and maybe perform a random
do you have a woman in your life? a wife? a girlfriend? were you closer to one parent than the other when they were alive? how old are you?
well no, actually macky, i was suggesting you were implying a menage a trois, if you must know ! hehe dude! that's my sister! Ewwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!! do y'all think i'm from Tazmania or something?
thanks babay... it's good to be back... now if only i didn't have 3 million things to do and a hurricane stalking my girlfriend...
prostitutes = bad nice girls = good nice girls who behave like whores behind closed doors = excellent jerking off for sexual gratification = good innocent boys = is there such a thing? hehehe
you're the heat Mig!
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