Did you stop to think, "Oh hey, maybe they LIVE THERE and lost their homes too."? no you didn't because you're absolutely retarded.
We wouldn’t want to spoil the game… “Who can dispatch the other through mental torture first?” I’m winning. No you’re not! Shudup! I didn’t ask you! Yes, you did. Ok all of you be quiet… I’m concentrating on something important.
What is the blue hell are you talking about? lost homes? what does that have to do with you and Nursey and your twaty ways?
Erm...ok. Thanks? But what has this got to do with Dwaine? And what have the 'forest service' done that's so despicable? Did they plant seasonal saplings at the local park when it should really have been evergreeens? Honestly! It makes you sick! But, just for the record, i don't hate you or have a voodoo doll of you or anything Lola (i used the last of the wax to make the effigy of Limpy). I just think you're a bit of a dick.
We can enjoy dinners and i can come home on a tuesday evening and find you in sexy lingirie and use the hot tub or soaking tub and kill that boring tuesday evening.
This is the fantasy. You would probably argue that the control-group for this imaginary poll was comprised of children who were conditioned to make the choices they did. This argument supports the assertion that this conditioning is coming from the way in which products are marketed. 'Of course they chose the way they did, that's what they are taught.'
Outdoors you get to run past bushes, forcing you to veer a bit to the left - and that is a much bigger change in the way you use muscles than you realize. As the sidewalk/trail/road undulates under you, and each footstep lands at a slightly different angle, your body is kept in a constant state of preparedness, ready to react differently, and appropritately, to a variety of conditions. No machine can simulate this.
Ok. It looks as though there might be nervous breakdown being played out right before our eyes. Where's that fat, condescending ringpiece when you need him?
I get so lost in you when we talk. I never feel nervous around you, it's just so comfortable even when the conversation is over my head.
Well. That's nice. I think. Now, perhaps you should have a little rest from the computer. Maybe even have a little sleep?
There might even be one or two books you debate keeping out in the open, just in case anyone should happen to see them--they might night be as vanilla as the others, and you wouldn't want anyone to know the strange places your thoughts turn when you're alone at night with your hand down your pants.
For me I need a nice balance of playfulness, at least a trashy novel vocabulary, you check "No" on the Any Recent Felony Conviction question but still have enough harmless wickedness to get you kicked out of Sunday School.
Nowhere too remarkable really. I got it out my system in my youthful nympho-batory years. I'm as wholesome as 'mom's apple pie'. Spiked with LSD.
just that alone proves you're weak, insecure, atrocious, barbarous, bestial, bitter, bloodthirsty, brutal, brutish, callous, cold-blooded, degenerate, demoniac, depraved, evil, excruciating, flinty, hard-hearted, harsh, hateful, heartless, hellish, implacable, inhuman, inhumane, malevolent, merciless, monstrous, painful, pernicious, poignant, rancorous, relentless, revengeful, ruthless, sadistic, sinful, spiteful, tyrannical, unfeeling, unkind, unnatural, unrelenting, vengeful, vicious, virulent, and wicked. Not to mention a misanthrope
Nonetheless, I try, try again, with a tendency to wait and see, then dive headfirst and get broken, each and every time. An inexperienced romantic might question my ability to learn, but those trying to live the fairy tale know the truth: that there's no other way to do it than to sift through mountains of chaff to find the kernels, and bushels of grain to plant to find the one seed that will sprout.
