Advice for the day: If you have a headache, do what it says on the aspirin bottle: Take two, and KEEP AWAY FROM CHILDREN.
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Yelled at some guy handing out flyers on the street because he chased me even after I said I wasn't interested. He came after me saying, "I don't mean you any harm." I said, "I don't think you mean me harm, but I'm not interested in whatever it is."He said, "That's not a very good attitude, ma'am. Do you think you're better than me?" At which point I realized that he was going to walk away thinking I was being rude to him because he was black, when I just don't like random strangers being aggressive with advertizing. I didn't even know this kind of subtext existed until a black friend kept insisting on it.I said, "I don't think I'm better than you," and walked away.I fucking hate people who assume it must be all about the pigment level in your skin.
it is well known that PMS Elle is evil.
I think you'd fit in a 12" or at least a 16" firework mortar
You win this thread because that's most unsettling to even think about.
14:10 - Moarskrillex42: She said something about knowing why I wanted to move to Glasgow when she came in. She plopped down on my bed and told me to go ahead and open it for her.14:11 - Peter5930: So, she thought I was your lover and that I was sending you a box full of sex toys, and that you wanted to move to Glasgow to be with me?
Well, yesterday, on the one-year anniversary of my breakup with thagomizer... I broke it off with the guy I had been casually dating for the last couple of weeks. The reality of which did not hit me until I hung up the phone. Summer is a BAD time for my men.
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You'll never self-actualize the subconscious canopy of stardust with that attitude.
Quote from: Her Majesty, PMS Elle on August 01, 2008, 07:53:02 AMWell, yesterday, on the one-year anniversary of my breakup with thagomizer... I broke it off with the guy I had been casually dating for the last couple of weeks. The reality of which did not hit me until I hung up the phone. Summer is a BAD time for my men. Why do girls keep track of stuff like this?