That's the plan so far, gotta' try and stay positive even if it's not looking super great right at the moment. I have that streak in me where if I let it get to me, I can hit a spiral and go way down if it does get to me, and I can't really afford to let that happen given everything else going on. So yeah, stay happy, make jokes (appropriate and inappropriate in nature), keep life moving forward. Best way to get through it all.
I forgot about that saying. I guess it is just a new spin on it.
Yep indeed, every new generation adds a new spin spin on it
. Ankle biters, tearaways, rugrats, etc.
Following on from this, I've now traded in my Golf for a 2018 Nissan Rogue with 8,000 miles on it, 8 months of factory warranty and a 5 year extended warranty (w/ a lifetime power train warranty) so...not really something I was looking to do, because my Golf was almost paid off...but...that Golf was falling apart, so it was time. This one should be good for a fair few years!
A pleasant inconvenience is tripping and falling on top of a busty lass to fall into a face full of pillowy goodness. This wasn't exactly an unpleasant inconvenience, but as it means extending that monthly payment for a few more years, well, that part is less than awesome. Nice car, though, very happy with it!
That is a fair call lol
Yeah, need to see if I'm still at that pervy eye level or if I can pass for a normal customer nowThat is a fair call lol
Well, I am happy you like your new car. You will have to test it at the drive-thru.
Yeah, need to see if I'm still at that pervy eye level or if I can pass for a normal customer now
And I'm sure they didn't, either, it's just my friend knows how to push my self-conscious buttons and one of them is being seen as a perv (I mean, I am a perv, but I know how to restrain myself in public!), so she saw the line of sight, saw a chance to push my buttons, went for it, and I've been paranoid since. I'm sure most people, guys included, probably wouldn't think about it in the same way I do, I just have that...blockage...in my brain that fixates on "oh shit, she's right, if I looked past her hands, I'd have been staring at a whole lot of chesticles! Whoops!" Haven't been able to not think about that any time I've gone to a drive thru since...
I still think this is funny.
But still, I wouldn't have thought anything of it either.
I actually think it is more common for women to look and notice before men because we have a compare and contrast nature where men just have a visual draw to fertile features on a woman. We all notice boobs is what I am saying. lol
Well, they are just about the most beautiful things in nature, so of course everyone notices them
. True, women probably do look before men do because they'll feel less inhibited and the women they look at will feel less threatened because it is a fellow woman. Men either try to be sneaky or subtle because, well...we've got to see 'em, but we don't want to be seen seeing them. In my case, I have the built in male urge to notice and the desire to want to see them, but the added aspect of having been raised predominantly around and by women, so I've always had a respect and admiration for women that, honestly, I have no idea if more "typical" men have, so I hate the thought of disrespecting a woman by treating her like a sex object, so the attraction is there, the desire is there, but so is the impulse to not be a slob, because I don't want to be rude or crass...it's quite the mess in my brain, at times 
I have times like that, too, it's easier to find commonalities with people you're friendly with online and have never even really met than with people you see every day. We all have shared interests here, that makes it a lot easier to form a friendship. I hear you, though, and we're all always here to talk to if you ever need to!
I don't blame you, cats are betterOutside of family and Jay, all my IRL friends are cats.
I agree. Some humans can be really crazy.I don't blame you, cats are better
If I'm being completely honest, I'm having a very hard time trusting anyone in my real life outside of my immediate family, and whatever is left of my extended family.
