The song Creep by Radiohead brings back bad memories. It still hits hard and I hate that about myself.
I will probably not hear the end of it. I apologized to everyone involved and they were nice but I still feel really embarrassed. I recently attended a gathering of a dozen or so friends and had a bit too much to drink for my Asian genes to handle. Apparently, on my way out I called out something to the effect of "Everyone have sex! Enjoy!" Probably won't attend another such gathering for the next 5 or maybe 10 years.
You know. For me it has been like 1000 pins and needles in my head, sudden chills and tiredness. My wife got it first, and mostly had a terrible sore throat.
I worked from home and bought a vacation with the money!!!!!!
Odd how people are "comfortable" talking about the use of dildos but when it comes fleshlights, all of a sudden there's a bit of a cringe factor.
save money. I always wonder how people do that. Friends who roughly make the same amount of money and have almost the same budget as I do seem to have managed to save money. And I have to have you know that I don't make that much. Some of them even have their own family and some of them are the only one in the household who brings money in. I have no money but debt. What am I doing? How do people do that? Where did you learn how?
I've been following her onlyfans for months and I've seen her naked, masturbating and other stuff and I feel horrible but I can't stop, she doesn't know I do
Anyone who has a job right now knows it's tough. Managers are leaving. Long time employees are leaving. Gas and inflation are volatile and making a difference in people's choices. The "we're all in this together" of 2020 is long gone. I look to the premier of this province as a prime example. He has retired, but will spend the next 6 months "not quite retired, but not quite doing anything" soapboxing and retrospecting is political career. What we need right now is leaders not people half in half out. I guarantee the CEO's of things like the ferries, the passport offices, and anyone we rely on right now will bail out sometime during the time when we need them most.
My resentment stems from my inability to act on my own needs.
How I do so wish that our office had a hidden trap door at the front entrance that's a one button press to send nasty people down a chute and into a rancor pit.