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Cuz, you're mean Cloudy. It's nothing to be proud of.

Careful, sweets...your stupid is showing. Karate has absolutely zero to do with "mean."

And, yeah, holding a state title certainly IS something to be proud of...but then, you probably don't know anything about that.

Why don't you go get drunk and then fall all over yourself flirting with some loser? You seem to be good at that.
 
OMG, I'm a karate instructor! How the hell did that happen?????

Well done!

Careful, sweets...your stupid is showing. Karate has absolutely zero to do with "mean."

And, yeah, holding a state title certainly IS something to be proud of...but then, you probably don't know anything about that.

Why don't you go get drunk and then fall all over yourself flirting with some loser? You seem to be good at that.

Nice one. :D
 
Working outside, and I swear, the birds are chucking seed husks at me.

What did I do to deserve this treatment? :confused:

We have squirrels that chuck acorns at out cars.

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I am now 36, and still lonely.

And I don't really want to deal with people today.

Contradictory, no?
 
We have squirrels that chuck acorns at out cars.

Well that makes sense. Cars run over squirrels.

Maybe the birds know that I eat their feathered friends?


I am now 36, and still lonely.

And I don't really want to deal with people today.

Contradictory, no?

Not really, no. Loneliness can get depressing after a while, and it becomes easier to isolate yourself than to deal with others, especially when those others only remind you of your loneliness. I used to feel that way a lot, and still do, at times.

Happy birthday, though!
:nana::nana::nana::nana:
 
We have squirrels that chuck acorns at out cars.

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I am now 36, and still lonely.

And I don't really want to deal with people today.

Contradictory, no?

It's been my experience that women are attracted to confidence. Men who appear whiny, lacking in self confidence, and generally pathetic seem to have trouble attracting women.
If you are really interested in forming meaningful relationships with women, do a little work on yourself. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and actually learn to like the person you are. You can't expect anyone else to like you if you don't like yourself.
No one wants to hear someone complain about how lousy their life is. If you dont like your situation, change it. You are the only one that can.

I apologize if this sounds harsh and insensitive but...grow up. There is a reason why Eeyore is not a chick magnet.
 
Ow... __ Ow... __ Ow... __ Ow...

Every step I take with my right heel hurts. I can't run, I can't lift weights (strained ligament in my left elbow), my lower back is feeling pain again, and there is cake at home. I am going to get so fat while this all heals up...
 
Ow... __ Ow... __ Ow... __ Ow...

Every step I take with my right heel hurts. I can't run, I can't lift weights (strained ligament in my left elbow), my lower back is feeling pain again, and there is cake at home. I am going to get so fat while this all heals up...

I'd like to formally rescind the previous apology :rolleyes:
 
Sometimes the daily mail isn't all bad news. I found out today that I have been "selected" to receive one free year of GQ magazine! The postcard notification has a picture of a naked woman on it, so I know it's legit. I'm so excited!
 
What the fuck is wrong with this site ? The pages are loading slower than a snail with a hernia. Are the servers overloaded? Are we being hacked? What's the deal as this is annoying. :mad:
 
What the fuck is wrong with this site ? The pages are loading slower than a snail with a hernia. Are the servers overloaded? Are we being hacked? What's the deal as this is annoying. :mad:

Testing your patience, is it? :rose:





Unrelated blurt:

*thinking*




Nope, I got nothing to say.
 
Why is it always feast or famine when it comes to story ideas? They either come tumbling into your mind in profusion or you're totally bereft. Such is the lot of an author. :rolleyes:
 


Sunday
Niece says she's "diseased" with a cold. I ignore her and buss her anyway.

Tuesday
Play six sets of doubles tennis in 4 hours; running or walking roughly 9 miles in the process. I'm bushed. Uh, oh— I've got a sore throat and I know something is coming on.

Wednesday
I've got the worst sore throat I've ever had. Fluid is constantly leaking out of my nose. I'm going through tissue like there's no tomorrow. Do I have a fever? Probably, but I don't own a thermometer so there's no way to tell. Muscle aches all over and I can't distinguish which part is attributable to yesterday's tennis and which part is attributable to the obvious cold/flu that I'm now suffering— that is, unless what I'm experiencing is simply the first symptoms of throat or esophogeal cancer. I guess the answer will be obvious in a day or two.

Toward early evening, I begin to notice some improvement. The congestion is breaking up a bit but coughing is painful as bloody hell. Coughing is always a welcome sign because it means the worst of a cold is behind me. I'm expectorating the usual nasty greenish phlegm.

The only question is: will my improvement occur sufficiently quickly to allow me to play tomorrow's scheduled 5:00 tennis match? There's 20 hours to go.


Thursday
I succumb to temptation and walk to the pharmacy to purchase a thermometer and some throat lozenges ( yeah, I know they're probably snake oil ). Sure enough, I am running a slight fever of 100.0° (F).

Continuous improvement. I can't make up my mind whether to try to play tonight or not. I'm still not breathing well and while I'm fairly certain I'm no longer a potential disease vector, it is probably better to err on the side of caution and minimize the possibility of infecting anybody else. The "tough guy" in me wants to play; the practical side says, "Don't be stupid." I finally decide to skip the match.


Friday
I play three sets of tennis and am flabbergasted by how debilitating this little bout with a virus has been. I'm exhausted and have no stamina.

After the match, I discover my temperature is down to 99.7° (F). I wonder if even that is elevated by the tennis. By 6:00, it's at a "normal" 98.1° (F).

Did I just suffer through a run-of-the-mill cold or is it possible that I had a case of the flu?



 
Last night I dreamed that I was at the bar having an ice cream dessert while waiting for the next poker game when two women sit next to me as advanced scouts for their friend that liked me. I didn't know this until they got up and walked away saying that I had failed their test with my honest approach and dry sarcastic humor. What the fuck?
 
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