The Isolated Blurt BDSM Thread

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I just browsed through a bunch of ~smile~ threads, because my Google skillz failed me and I wanted to reread something I remembered Netz and Stella and some others discuss in one of his threads.

I finally found it, but I really, really need to take a shower now.

~shiver~

Oooh, you've gotten me all curious now. You can't post this and not put a link up! Or at the very least some cryptic clue I can follow to uncover this thread for myself...
 
No he just wants to get laid. I know how it goes and knowing my luck he already has a partner. Just not worth it.

I stand by my maybe.

Today I tackled some jobs I've been putting off. I wrote a blog post about my two friends who died recently and a piece for one of their "celebration of life" gatherings that I won't be able to attend.

I am completely drained now. All my writing skills fail me when it comes to summing up the lives of people I love. Every sentence seems trite, cliche, meaningless. Even so, I cry buckets as I type.

I miss my friends.

I am so sorry, K. :rose:
 
Today I tackled some jobs I've been putting off. I wrote a blog post about my two friends who died recently and a piece for one of their "celebration of life" gatherings that I won't be able to attend.

I am completely drained now. All my writing skills fail me when it comes to summing up the lives of people I love. Every sentence seems trite, cliche, meaningless. Even so, I cry buckets as I type.

I miss my friends.

I am so sorry, K. Congratulations on getting the writing done, though. :rose:

I just browsed through a bunch of ~smile~ threads, because my Google skillz failed me and I wanted to reread something I remembered Netz and Stella and some others discuss in one of his threads.

I finally found it, but I really, really need to take a shower now.

~shiver~

I'm with Ropebunny... what??? I know, curiousity killed the cat...:cattail: but I still wanna know!!
 
Dr. Wenchie. It has a nice ring to it.



:rose:

It's way off into the future, but on my long term goals list. I'm enjoying researching, so I think going after a PhD would be fun. And hopefully by that time I'll be out of the McJob and doing something I love.

Today I tackled some jobs I've been putting off. I wrote a blog post about my two friends who died recently and a piece for one of their "celebration of life" gatherings that I won't be able to attend.

I am completely drained now. All my writing skills fail me when it comes to summing up the lives of people I love. Every sentence seems trite, cliche, meaningless. Even so, I cry buckets as I type.

I miss my friends.


*huggles*
 
It's way off into the future, but on my long term goals list. I'm enjoying researching, so I think going after a PhD would be fun. And hopefully by that time I'll be out of the McJob and doing something I love.

I completely agree with DGE, Dr Wenchie sounds great! However...

Research is fun, but getting funding for your research isn't so much fun. Take this from someone, who witnessed this horror with boyfriend#1 for 1,5 years and boyfriend#2 for 3 years. Academia is a weird world. :(

I'm so glad J (aka boyfriend#2) decided to throw in the towel, as jumping the hoops for funds was making him miserable. Then again, next year this time he probably would have been defending his thesis. He still seems happier this way.

(I've always thought I don't have a pattern in the guys I go for, but maybe I do. Struggling PhD students. Although J wasn't one when we met, so there goes that theory.)
 
I completely agree with DGE, Dr Wenchie sounds great! However...

Research is fun, but getting funding for your research isn't so much fun. Take this from someone, who witnessed this horror with boyfriend#1 for 1,5 years and boyfriend#2 for 3 years. Academia is a weird world. :(

I'm so glad J (aka boyfriend#2) decided to throw in the towel, as jumping the hoops for funds was making him miserable. Then again, next year this time he probably would have been defending his thesis. He still seems happier this way.

(I've always thought I don't have a pattern in the guys I go for, but maybe I do. Struggling PhD students. Although J wasn't one when we met, so there goes that theory.)

Yeah, I know the funding bit can be a nightmare, but I figure, no need to worry about that now. I still have to get my BA or BS haven't fully figured out the difference yet, but I'm so far from having to decide, again, no use worrying now.
 
Today I tackled some jobs I've been putting off. I wrote a blog post about my two friends who died recently and a piece for one of their "celebration of life" gatherings that I won't be able to attend.

I am completely drained now. All my writing skills fail me when it comes to summing up the lives of people I love. Every sentence seems trite, cliche, meaningless. Even so, I cry buckets as I type.

I miss my friends.
This wasn't easy, I know, but I'm sure your love of your friends, and your and their love of life, shone through, and that it's one of the many ways you can and will keep them alive in not only your heart, but the hearts of all those who loved them.

Nonetheless, {{{Keroin}}} for the ache in your heart.
 
Yeah, I know the funding bit can be a nightmare, but I figure, no need to worry about that now. I still have to get my BA or BS haven't fully figured out the difference yet, but I'm so far from having to decide, again, no use worrying now.

True. Focus on your bachelor's and master's first. :)

On another note: he'll be home in an hour. *bounce*

Edit: No he won't. Bloody snow!
 
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Seriously?

I'm not in the door two minutes and you're gonna jump my shit over *that*?

With all that's going on in the world; something you mentioned in passing that I didn't agree needed to be done anyway, and you're giving me a hard time over it?

With everything (I can come up with five off the top of my head) I have asked, and asked, and asked, and asked and bitched about, and asked you to do that you continually ignore; you're going to make a big deal about this.

Frusty sigh
 
Seriously?

I'm not in the door two minutes and you're gonna jump my shit over *that*?
Frusty sigh

Right? I'm all over that.
Back the hell off, and let me breathe for 2 minutes, ok? I can't split myself in 27 pieces! *about to blow steam*
but...

((HUGS))!!
:D
 
almost 40's are not supposed to drop dead for reasons an autopsy can't even fully explain.

The world is a lot less awesome than it was this week. :rose:
 
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