What's Crossing Your Mind

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Why does having an emotional purge always make a person look like crap the next day?
 
How much I want you.

:catroar:

How much you want me to do what?

Or is it like a craving? Kinda like, "I need to jump in the car, go to the store and pick me up a box of Touch. And if I'm lucky, maybe it's on sale... or do I have a coupon around here somewhere? Oh, and chocolate... I need chocolate, too."

Or... oh, someone else, eh? Damn that "you"... I keep reading it personally as meaning "me." Though, I suppose if I'm "me" I can't be "you" because "you" is not "me." (Cue "I am the Walrus" by the Beatles)

Why does having an emotional purge always make a person look like crap the next day?

Because the crap bubbles up to the surface where it's physically visible, I think. The doc says take a hot shower, curl up under a warm blanket on the couch, have a glass of wine... oh, and masturbate a couple of times for the release of it and to get the "feel good rewards" neurotransmitters kicking.

Meanwhile, what's crossing my mind? I'm figuring out how I'm going to go about flushing out the gunk from some of that evil "stop leak" additive that clogged up the coolant circulation of my wife's car. And a radiator to replace, hopefully not a heater core... again... and hopefully the head gaskets aren't leaking. And running a flush out in the driveway at freezing temps, I'm gonna need rock salt... and work in the cold with my fingers chillin.
 
I'm the Miles Davis of "fucking off at work". It's shamefull really. But not really. Bwahahaha
 
It occurs to me that there are some Litsters with far too much time on their hands.

Additionally, it appears that someone fed the trolls after midnight and they escaped the GB. Haven't had to use that ignore feature in awhile; Oh, look! It still works.

Funny, when I press the mouse to confirm the ignore function, the key makes a "douche" sound...how fitting.
 
How much you want me to do what?

Or is it like a craving? Kinda like, "I need to jump in the car, go to the store and pick me up a box of Touch. And if I'm lucky, maybe it's on sale... or do I have a coupon around here somewhere? Oh, and chocolate... I need chocolate, too."

Or... oh, someone else, eh? Damn that "you"... I keep reading it personally as meaning "me." Though, I suppose if I'm "me" I can't be "you" because "you" is not "me." (Cue "I am the Walrus" by the Beatles)



Because the crap bubbles up to the surface where it's physically visible, I think. The doc says take a hot shower, curl up under a warm blanket on the couch, have a glass of wine... oh, and masturbate a couple of times for the release of it and to get the "feel good rewards" neurotransmitters kicking.

Meanwhile, what's crossing my mind? I'm figuring out how I'm going to go about flushing out the gunk from some of that evil "stop leak" additive that clogged up the coolant circulation of my wife's car. And a radiator to replace, hopefully not a heater core... again... and hopefully the head gaskets aren't leaking. And running a flush out in the driveway at freezing temps, I'm gonna need rock salt... and work in the cold with my fingers chillin.


You was and is KalIsBack. :)

But you know that, silly! :p
 
Online shopping is your friend ...they call you Madame and bring it into the kitchen *sigh* :D

What online shopping site are YOU shopping on?!! *lol*

Oh, I get it... you had a man delivered... :eek: He brought "it" into the kitchen, called you madame and you sighed. I understand now.
 
Not Gertrude over there. She's been in a coma. :rolleyes:

:p

I was almost knocked into a coma. This buff guy running behind me ran into me so hard he knocked me down!

He was so sorry but how do you not notice an almost 5'9 redhead in front of you?:confused:
 
What online shopping site are YOU shopping on?!! *lol*

Oh, I get it... you had a man delivered... :eek: He brought "it" into the kitchen, called you madame and you sighed. I understand now.



He brought ice cream, Bailey's and dark chocolate .... :devil:
 
What online shopping site are YOU shopping on?!! *lol*

Oh, I get it... you had a man delivered... :eek: He brought "it" into the kitchen, called you madame and you sighed. I understand now.

I would pay for that. :p

Is it extra if he has an accent? :rolleyes:
 
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