Witty Banter
I see brinkpeople.
Provided you haven't resigned yourself to a monastery, it can't have gone too badly.
Provided you haven't resigned yourself to a monastery, it can't have gone too badly.
Provided you haven't resigned yourself to a monastery, it can't have gone too badly.
Glad your meet went well. RL Friends of the female varitey, can be useful. Even if you don't hit it off lust wise, she may have friends that she can match you with![]()
How did today go, hooley?
from speaking to her i think she wanted to be more than friends. since this was a first meeting i was unsure where to go lust wise.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Promising!
Oh well, at least she turned up!
Just be honest with how and what you feeland I hope she does the same
Did you find her attractive?
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Promising!
Oh well, at least she turned up!
Just be honest with how and what you feeland I hope she does the same
Did you find her attractive?
Very Very VERY stressful! But I survived! Full on moving stuff and dumping and cleaning .......... I escaped to a local park with a Word Puzzle book and a pen and sat outside my car, with the radio playing, for 1.5 hour. I forgot that the headlights come on, in that mode. Got a Flat BatteryGot Stranded in the Park - Only a 10 min walk home, but no jumpleads LOL
Lucky the Bossman had a set, and I got Sally home.
For some reason I have HUGE Hip Pain, and can hardly walk atm. Not sure if it is pinched nerves or my bones, as I never felt pain like that before. Does not help when you are living where there are many steps.
Glad your meet went well. RL Friends of the female varitey, can be useful. Even if you don't hit it off lust wise, she may have friends that she can match you with![]()
The demon breathes inside my soul. Caged and spitting. It festers inside of me. It pushes me towards my doom. Guiding me into the fiery pits of flesh burning lava. It consumes me. The temptation. The urge. I must resist. I should resist. The taste of junk will ruin me. I am weak though. A weak thoughtless child. A pitiful piece of garbage. Not worthy to be spat on. A complete nobody. The devil is growing louder in me. Seeping through my thoughts and feelings. I try to resist it. I must fight back. I must think about my future. I have done well so far. Keeping the weight off. But the voices will always be there. Talking to me. Whispering sweet nothings to me. Touching my very being. I am weak. The demon is free.