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Welcome, Vixey. Hi, bj. My daughter has been asking to move to Kansas...
her reason? There's an airport.

Don't even try to figure it out. She has selective logic.
 
Welcome, Vixey. Hi, bj. My daughter has been asking to move to Kansas...
her reason? There's an airport.

Don't even try to figure it out. She has selective logic.

No, actually, she's absolutely right. KCI is one of the most gracefully designed, user-friendly, clever, rational and utterly pleasant airports I've ever experienced. I've been in a lot of airports and that's easily the best I've seen.

I do not love airports. Not at all. So finding one as easy to deal with as that is quite lovely for me.

So she's both correct and psychic.

I must dash again already. Just stopped in for a moment; I'm not usually at the shop at midnight. heh. odd evening. But anyway, it's been a slice, as usual.

see you tomorrow,

bj
 
You find yours truely in tears I sent that poem I posted on this thread to some email friends and have been told off for being a perv and told not to send anymore. I was feeling very low before now it seems I am just a waste of space probably best forgotten
 
You find yours truely in tears I sent that poem I posted on this thread to some email friends and have been told off for being a perv and told not to send anymore. I was feeling very low before now it seems I am just a waste of space probably best forgotten
I think it's funny and a true slice o' life. I don't know what's up with your friends' sense of humour, but if they think that's perverted, send them off to Hallmark to buy their "literature" and worry no more about their taste in poetry. (s'obvious they couldn't giggle their way into a back seat).

You're valuable to me, and I'm just an email friend, too, not everyone recognizes fun poetry. *Hugs Annie*.
 
Thanks hunny I frightened my self today ... I really lost my grip today (the break things screaming getting hysterical type losing grip) and I am still shaking from it and then to come online to email calling me a perv from people I have known for years and have met many times has knocked me for six
 
You find yours truely in tears I sent that poem I posted on this thread to some email friends and have been told off for being a perv and told not to send anymore. I was feeling very low before now it seems I am just a waste of space probably best forgotten

Those people suck. Fuck em.

You rock, darlin.

And, no, I'm not saying that to make you feel better. It's just plain truth.
 
I don't know what's up with your friends' sense of humour

They're British, aren't they? LOL just kidding. My daughter loves Britcoms, but British humor is just a little dry for my tastes.

UYS, dear poetess, I feel for you. Sometimes, I let other people's opinions of my work get to me. I shouldn't let it since I write for me, for my self-expression and sense of accomplishment when the words mirror what I was trying to say.

:rose:
 
So after coming off of a week of 16 hours days, I try to think back to Tuesday. Yes, I think it was Tuesday. I was merely out and about and thought "Hell, I think I will drop in to the shop and see if BJ is around." Not that I was equating BJ and her current locale as Hell or anything. So anyway, I drop into the shop and since I am such an unassuming type of guy, she looks up, smiles, says hello and then returns to her efforts on the computer. Now that might cause some a certain amount of chagrin, but I was undaunted. So as a way of shocking her out of her fugue, I made some risque comment, referring to her by Lit name. Now I might have offered oral sex, or I might not. I might have asked for some perverse form of sexual encounter, but those that know me know how highly unlikely that would be. That being said, she did recognize some fool, standing in her shop. Any offers, proffered or not, went unrequited beyond a quick hug as she was entranced by her own driven nature. So I watched and casually sauntered around the shop as she sated her need for words offered. Then we went to satisfy our appetite, at least for food. She always leaves me with a hunger, one I am sure to never satisfy. From there we returned to her shop where she was teaching a class that evening. I’m not sure what a stripper pole had to do with the class. And I didn’t stay and watch. The girls arrived as I was leaving. It rained all the way home. I was hypnotized by the sound of the windshield wipers and casual musing.
 
proud to be a pevert

uys
I think most of us come here because we need to connect with people who are unafraid of sex. I know I have, and am willing to bet others have been called perverts, and devieants, and all kinds of other words. Well I stand here proud as a pervert, I will not apoligize for being unafraid, and neither should you, dont let those people get to you, and if you do feel anything for them, feel pity, for they shall never be able to recognize the truth of the beatuey of the world. You have written some truely remarkable pieces, and I certianly hope you never feel shame for any of them. Be proud that you are a pervert, and unabashed at your work.
 
Those people suck. Fuck em.

You rock, darlin.

And, no, I'm not saying that to make you feel better. It's just plain truth.

I second that, you ARE a darling, sweet, kind, silly at times, a good person and a cool friend and a talented poet.

If you want me to come over there and sock it to'em , just say the word.

:rose:
 
Those people suck. Fuck em.

You rock, darlin.

And, no, I'm not saying that to make you feel better. It's just plain truth.

They're British, aren't they? LOL just kidding. My daughter loves Britcoms, but British humor is just a little dry for my tastes.

UYS, dear poetess, I feel for you. Sometimes, I let other people's opinions of my work get to me. I shouldn't let it since I write for me, for my self-expression and sense of accomplishment when the words mirror what I was trying to say.

:rose:

uys
I think most of us come here because we need to connect with people who are unafraid of sex. I know I have, and am willing to bet others have been called perverts, and devieants, and all kinds of other words. Well I stand here proud as a pervert, I will not apoligize for being unafraid, and neither should you, dont let those people get to you, and if you do feel anything for them, feel pity, for they shall never be able to recognize the truth of the beatuey of the world. You have written some truely remarkable pieces, and I certianly hope you never feel shame for any of them. Be proud that you are a pervert, and unabashed at your work.

I second that, you ARE a darling, sweet, kind, silly at times, a good person and a cool friend and a talented poet.

If you want me to come over there and sock it to'em , just say the word.

:rose:

Thankyou all so much see now you have made me cry again! What shocked me was these are people I have known for more years than we care to mention and in one case (the one who called me a pervert) she replied to all the people I sent the email to so not only did I find out she was calling me a perv so did every damn person it had gone to. Although quite frankly what is perverted about a guy courting a girl? The other person who complained told me oh so primly how disgusting I was to write about sex and she is a 64 year old grandmother and doesn't discuss such things in public and such things are cheap (implying I was too!) . God forbid I should have the same attitude at her age that only gives me 6 years!
 
Thankyou all so much see now you have made me cry again! What shocked me was these are people I have known for more years than we care to mention and in one case (the one who called me a pervert) she replied to all the people I sent the email to so not only did I find out she was calling me a perv so did every damn person it had gone to. Although quite frankly what is perverted about a guy courting a girl? The other person who complained told me oh so primly how disgusting I was to write about sex and she is a 64 year old grandmother and doesn't discuss such things in public and such things are cheap (implying I was too!) . God forbid I should have the same attitude at her age that only gives me 6 years!

I recently went through a period of friend-pruning. It's hurtful when you find that some people who you thought were your friends were not. I have some lingering trust issues, but one positive is that you find out who your true friends are.
 
Good lord, witchling, those hardly sound like anything I'd call a "friend!"

Bitchy little short-minded pissants who need laxatives, maybe, but not friends.

I'm so sorry you had to go through that. And it's horribly sad to think of someone going a whole lifetime with nothing more than "sex is bad and talking about it makes one cheap". How Victorian!

Times like that, I try to take the sad and hurt and turn it into some good ol' Christ-in-the-temple-of-the-moneylenders righteous anger.

Stompin' music.

bj

eta: Fool, my darling, just because I'm so oblivious and in outer space most of the time doesn't mean you're forgettable. I've been known to take a while to recognize my own family members and spousal units when I'm really on task. But yeah... stripper pole.
 
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POOR CHOICE OF WEBSITE NAMES

All of these are legitimate companies that didn't
spend quite enough time considering how their
online names might appear ... and be misread.

These are not made up. Check them out yourself!

1. 'Who Represents' is where you can find the name of the agent that represents any celebrity. Their Web site is www.whorepresents.com

2 . Experts Exchange is a knowledge base where programmers can exchange advice and views at www.expertsexchange.com

3. Looking for a pen? Look no further than Pen Island at www.penisland.net

4. Need a therapist? Try Therapist Finder at www.therapistfinder.com

5. There's the Italian Power Generator company, www.powergenitalia.com

6. And don't forget the Mole Station Native Nursery in New South Wales ,
www.molestationnursery.com

7. If you're looking for IP computer software, there's always
www.ipanywhere.com

8. The First Cumming Methodist Church Web site is www.cummingfirst.com

9. And the designers at Speed of Art await you at their wacky Web site,
www.speedofart.com
 
I recently went through a period of friend-pruning. It's hurtful when you find that some people who you thought were your friends were not. I have some lingering trust issues, but one positive is that you find out who your true friends are.

I did some friend-pruning too. I realised that some of them were just emotional drags, more negative than positive. I just sort of dropped out of the regular activities that were pulling me down and dissappeared. The ones that still stuck around, or were willing to keep themselves in my life were the ones worth keeping.
 
Will some one teach me to keep my big gob shut even to somebody I was positive I could trust .....one thing said in passing has been passed on and now I have lost everything I can no longer meet my friends in the chatroom I have been using for years nor go to the meets we have every year ... oh sure I coul brazen it out but being sent to coventry by people I have known for so many years isn't my way of having fun
 
It's very difficult when trust is betrayed. You should be able to trust your friends.

I am not the one to teach you to keep your mouth shut. You don't want to be like me. I spend about 98% of my time in my bedroom and my therapist is throwing around nasty words like "agoraphobia."
 
I was just learning to trust again after the last time of being shit on from a great height I shan't make that mistake again. I am as bad as you Lady or would be given the chance a hermits life with just my computer for company seems very inviting to me
 
For you, Annie:

Dare Greatly

It is not the critic who counts; nor the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better.

The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again because there is no effort without error and shortcomings; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at best knows in the end, the triumph of high achievement; and who at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.

~ Theodore Roosevelt (1858–1919)


Don't give up on everyone because a few people weren't worthy of your trust. In doing so, you give up on yourself.

As an aside, the above quote is one of great personal importance to me, as is probably evident from the title under my name. I've posted this quote before in this thread on a similar topic.
 
POOR CHOICE OF WEBSITE NAMES

All of these are legitimate companies that didn't
spend quite enough time considering how their
online names might appear ... and be misread.

These are not made up. Check them out yourself!

1. 'Who Represents' is where you can find the name of the agent that represents any celebrity. Their Web site is www.whorepresents.com

2 . Experts Exchange is a knowledge base where programmers can exchange advice and views at www.expertsexchange.com

3. Looking for a pen? Look no further than Pen Island at www.penisland.net

4. Need a therapist? Try Therapist Finder at www.therapistfinder.com

5. There's the Italian Power Generator company, www.powergenitalia.com

6. And don't forget the Mole Station Native Nursery in New South Wales ,
www.molestationnursery.com

7. If you're looking for IP computer software, there's always
www.ipanywhere.com

8. The First Cumming Methodist Church Web site is www.cummingfirst.com

9. And the designers at Speed of Art await you at their wacky Web site,
www.speedofart.com



Annnie! This is hilarious!! I even showed it to my husband and he is now sitting on the sofa laughing mumbling "speedo fart"

I, personally, want a ticket to penis island.... yummmmm ;)

Thanks for the cheer you always seem to add to my day

:rose:

:D
 
Good afternoon everyone,

Earlier today my beloved familiar, Litha, died very peacefully, with all of us gathered around her. She made a good end - not three days ago she was living her regular wild life, hanging around on the back porch, insisting that a window be left open so she could come in to eat and use the bathroom (very fastidious, that one) and generally raising hell. Over the past 48 hours she simply weakened and slept, eventually going to sleep for good.

She purred the entire time, as if to tell us that she was fine, this was correct and we needn't do anything except keep her company. She ate and drank a little, but it was mostly, I believe, to make us happy. Aside from work, I've been with her constantly, and the whole family was there when she breathed her last. She turned 18 this past March, so she's had a very long, very good life in which she ruled our household with an iron paw in velvet fur.

We will bury her with an Egyptian ceremony. In ancient Egypt, cats were frequently given the honors and embalming offered to humans, and their bereaved humans would shave their eyebrows as a sign of mourning.

I'll be quiet today, but I'm around. Even when death is long-delayed, proper and sacred in every way, it still hurts those of us who haven't escaped yet.

I wish her safe journeys as she travels through the seven gates. We will sorely miss our little black light.

bj
 
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Pets have the honour of being our companion during those times we can't confess to our human friends. They bless us with unconditional acceptance, unqualified joy and absolute forgiveness.

Thanks to You-Who-Loved-Litha for being her companion as she moved apart from you. She walks in good company.
 
For you, Annie:




Don't give up on everyone because a few people weren't worthy of your trust. In doing so, you give up on yourself.

As an aside, the above quote is one of great personal importance to me, as is probably evident from the title under my name. I've posted this quote before in this thread on a similar topic.

I can't fight back anymore I am too tired just so tired when I give of myself I give heart and soul I don't know how to be different I wish I did now all I want to do is sleep. I feel as if I am existing on a running down battery
 
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