Because you don’t want to talk about it - “it” being feelings - I assume that you feel nothing and I act accordingly. What other choice do I have?
A painting on a wall. No matter how many times, you keep trying to straighten it.
Somehow, its still always a bit crooket?
Reminds me of an old song,
" she aint pretty, she just looks that way".
It's whats inside that counts!
More people should see that.
Is no one honest anymore?
Last week, I thought I was having a heart attack. I want to thank Vancouver Paramedics and St. Paul's Hospital for helping me during that scary moment. Stage 4 Cancer made my life "a complication".
I feel bad for my son, he is now more afraid to leave me alone; even my cat is now sleeping on top of me.
For all the people in my life and in my space... my heart is always with you and I love you more than you will ever know.
To all the people I don't know, I hope you have someone that loves you and is there during your scary moment. -- all the best for you.
Why is viagara and cialis so expensive when you can smuggle it from china in big quantities? Someone is going to jail in California for this... but ... are we getting incredibly ripped off or something? Damn drug companies.
Now that more homes are housing at least 3 families, it's really difficult parking in front of my house on my street. There is always a moron evo driver who parks right in front of the path to my door, and it stays for days in a row. If that evo isn't there, there are other people who live across the street who don't bother to make effort and park on their side. I get it's legal but can people just so some consideration and decency??? I almost want to apply for permit parking on my street, but then I'd have to pay for a permit to keep parking on a street I live on. Why is this always a lose - lose in this city???
I live in a co-ed house with three guys and three girls. There is one guy that would knock on my door at weird hours of the day or night and just walk right in. One of my girl friends said he probably does this to get a glimpse of me, unconscious, in bed, in my underwear. He also is grossly messy in the washroom; he leaves his damp towel on the floor, hangs his sweaty workout clothes on the shower curtains, leaves his toothpaste open on the counter, and leaves the toilet seat always covered in dirt marks and pee. He also likes to play music loud while studying. If it wasn't for our house being so close to campus, one of my roommates able to car-pool us, and the rent being manageable, I would move out asap. I guess life likes to throw us curve balls. [and to those that would comment and tell me just talk to him...I have. We also talk as "family" about boundaries within the house].
Outside of work I’m nearly always alone. A few old friends and a work buddy, that’s it. And I’m perfectly fine with this
I knew from the start being with him would change me for the worse.. Now I've changed and i don't know how to get myself back
...that if I see one more person idling with their A/C on in a parking lot, you will know me by my calling card. Knock, knock...anybody home?