Rhys

Easier said than done. We have to lie to ourselves about the ultimate truth, the only truth, or else we wouldn't be able to go on.

What then is the ultimate truth? Wouldn't that be something subjective?
 
That wasn't writing...that was tossing off.

Exactly. If you or I did that it would be thrown in the trash can after page three

"The Color of her Panties" WTF was that suppose to be?
 
What then is the ultimate truth? Wouldn't that be something subjective?

Nobody gets out alive.

We're aware of our eventual mortality, but pretend it only happens to other people.
 
Exactly. If you or I did that it would be thrown in the trash can after page three

"The Color of her Panties" WTF was that suppose to be?

Hell if I know. I stopped reading Piers Anthony books about the 3rd Xanth novel in.
 
Rhys, I am very pathetic right now do you know that? I have spent the last three hours hating myself. I need something fun and laughable to send me off to bed.
 
Rhys, I am very pathetic right now do you know that? I have spent the last three hours hating myself. I need something fun and laughable to send me off to bed.

Hating yourself? We can't have that...its just not on.

Shall I tell you about my adventure with the chocolate fountain?
 
I am unable to resist chocolate in any form...it is my drug, my nemesis, my joy, my treasure, my pleasure, and the reason why I workout a hour a day.

So, the restaurant I went to this evening has a chocolate fountain as part of the dessert bar. This means, of course, that I skip dinner and go straight for the chocolate covered bananas, much to the amusement of my dining companions.

For the record, I would not recommend salmon dipped in chocolate. Or octopus.

I being the supreme dork that I am, lost my strawberry in the bottom of the fountain, and instead of using that thing called a brain that god so pleasantly gave me, and getting a fork in which to remove it, decided that the little wooden skewer was not nearly enough oh no.

I used my hand. and I still didn't find the damned strawberry. Instead, I have a chocolate covered armani shirt, and I'm still finding it in interesting places.

The chocolate covered marshmallows were divine however, and I didn't get thrown out for my strawberry mishap....they were most kind to me.... they let me drip on a plate...
 
I am unable to resist chocolate in any form...it is my drug, my nemesis, my joy, my treasure, my pleasure, and the reason why I workout a hour a day.

So, the restaurant I went to this evening has a chocolate fountain as part of the dessert bar. This means, of course, that I skip dinner and go straight for the chocolate covered bananas, much to the amusement of my dining companions.

For the record, I would not recommend salmon dipped in chocolate. Or octopus.

I being the supreme dork that I am, lost my strawberry in the bottom of the fountain, and instead of using that thing called a brain that god so pleasantly gave me, and getting a fork in which to remove it, decided that the little wooden skewer was not nearly enough oh no.

I used my hand. and I still didn't find the damned strawberry. Instead, I have a chocolate covered armani shirt, and I'm still finding it in interesting places.

The chocolate covered marshmallows were divine however, and I didn't get thrown out for my strawberry mishap....they were most kind to me.... they let me drip on a plate...



that's a cute story. Sorry about your shirt. But then again perhaps you can suck on it and satisfy your cravings.

Thanks the corners of my mouth are turned up know.
 
that's a cute story. Sorry about your shirt. But then again perhaps you can suck on it and satisfy your cravings.

Thanks the corners of my mouth are turned up know.

You will be happy to know that every part of that story is true. *swears on a stack of Bibles*

I still have chocolate under my fingernails. *sucks finger*
 
You will be happy to know that every part of that story is true. *swears on a stack of Bibles*

I still have chocolate under my fingernails. *sucks finger*


LOL I can see you now licking off the fingernail cleaner
 
The guy at the dry cleaners is going to look at me funny again.

I leave big tips so he doesn't think too much.

Dry cleaners must be discreet and nonjudgemental. They can ruin a career, a marriage.
 
Rhys, tell me how to get a life. I need one.

How to get a Life by Me.

1. Stop beating yourself up about getting a life. Everyone needs fallow time. Instead of berating yourself, go get a manicure or something. If you don't have the money, do what my ex-girlfriend used to do. She went to all the make up counters in the department stores and talked the salesgirls into free samples. The haul made her very happy.

2. Find a hobby you are not going to stress out about. Make a journal. Don't get fussed if you can't think of anything to write in it. Get a box of crayons and draw how you feel at that moment. Give yourself permission to play.

3. Feed the elephant's child. Use the internet and find stuff that you like or interests you. Make a list of all those things that you read up on. Make a date with yourself to do one of those things on the list.

4. Go be in the moment, some where else. Go hug a tree. If you are in the desert like I am, don't go hug a cactus...that can be fatal. Go to a museum, go for a hike in the snow do something that you don't usually do, and just go breathe the air.

5. Plan a real vacation. Pretend that money is no object and decide where you want to go. Then set goals to achieve your vacation...you will quickly discover that the journey IS the destination.
 
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