💙 I was really embarrassed by my need to sniffle during my final today. I was THAT guy. Awful. But it was that or drip snot on my test. So I sniffed as quietly as I could.
💙 LM has been adamant about sleeping with me lately. She has a dream light (stuffed animal that projects colored lights on the ceiling) and a fairly bright night light, but she’s still very scared. Like, it seems a little abnormal how anxious she gets about the dark and sleeping alone. I don’t know what the right thing to do is. I try to have her go to sleep in her room most nights, even though I know I’ll wake up next to her. Some nights I just don’t have the energy to get into it, and just let her sleep in my bed.
💙 Being sick makes me feel lonely. I want to whine and have someone take care of me, but there’s no one. Honestly, my ex wasn’t great about caring for me when I was sick, so I’ve really been taking care of myself for a long damn time, and there isn’t much to miss. Still, though.
💙 I want to hug lots of you. Not for me, for you. When you hurt I’m sad, and hugs (real hugs) are magic.
💙 I miss kissing.
:( Poor elephant.
… when you support me
… when you’re 100% in my corner
… when you stick by me through pain and bouts of the crazies
… when you care enough to see where I’m coming from
… when you love me and it shows.
I’ve made some of the most wonderful friends here, and I just wanted to say I love you and thank you for being here for me and on my side no matter what. ❤️
Not sure if you mean good chills or bad chills, but I’ll go with bad/scary.
A few years ago I took a trip to NYC, and flew in a little prop plane from Baltimore. The whole flight was fine, even though I was scared to death flying in a tiny ass old plane with MOTHERFUCKING PROPELLERS FOR FUCK’S SAKE! But as we were about to touch down at LaGuardia, the pilot pulled the nose up at the last minute because we apparently were not going to have enough runway to land and would have gone off into the water.
Flying scares me anyway, but this was worse than flying through storms with tons of turbulence. Although, those times have been goddamn scary, too. Also hard landings. *shudder* I hate flying.
• Sexy, over-the-knee and/or thigh high socks
• A decent blu ray player
• A new, big, comfy couch with chaise section
• Maid service for like, a year
• Four new tires (not fun, but damn, I really do need ‘em)
This is a no-brainier. Cat. Because they’re gorgeous, they know how the fuck to relax, and they have multitudes of devoted human servants. I’d look like my Regan because she’s sleek and glamorous and epitomizes big and beautiful.
Thank you for the question! :)
You should send me messages. But don’t make me think too hard. Sick. Brain no work good. Anon on. As per usual.
I’ve felt like I was on the edge of sick. You know that feeling of ‘getting sick’ but not fully, really, actually sick yet. That. A bunch of times. But today it came to fruition. I’m sick. =(
Fix me, cure me, relieve my face from all this pressure! Puh-LEEZE!
Seriously though. I feel like shit.