Trabriolet in the colors of Sweden? https://suchen.mobile.de/fahrzeuge/details.html?id=271941476&damageUnrepaired=NO_DAMAGE_UNREPAIRED&isSearchRequest=true&makeModelVariant1.makeId=24200&minMileage=125000&pageNumber=1&scopeId=C&sfmr=false&usage=USED&searchId=e7f558a2-e25b-e5ea-b6ab-e2f1d4aecf47
I bought an impulsive gift for My Amazing Man. Nothing as exciting as a vehicle. Sorry to disappoint.
With a history of being gay while living in all-male barracks, and then off to university, I have exactly ZERO clue as to how many dudes I've hooked up with. Every once in a blue moon, the blurry memory of yet another dude percolates up into my frontal lobes. Life is short. Do'em all.
When I was young and reading probably Kipling, I assumed that the Indian unit of currency "rupees" was a misspelling/dialect for "rubies" and that the economy on the subcontinent during the colonial period was entirely gemstone-based. I also thought that fakir was a misspelling of "faker," which skewed my perceptions even further.
I actually miss my sister. She joined the military. Visited her recently in Texas and got an awesome mug which I tried to share in the recent buys thread but the pic was too big. But yeah, she's doing well. This belongs here because of how gay it is.
In a very strange way so do I. Any contact with her ruins my health, sleep, well being, ability to work... my life as my own life. I try to avoid all contacts as much as I can. I must if I want to stay alive and able to do anything. And still there is something I miss. Maybe it is lost opportunities.
Terrified. Completely terrified, yet, a tinge of excitement touches the synapses in my brain. What hath this fool done...bringing another into this confused world going mad. I used to not want any offspring, seeing how cruel life can be, who was I to force existence on another? Yet, apart of me longed to know what that was like. To understand what it was like to do what our ancestors have done for ages. To pass on the knowledge and wisdom I've accumulated over my short life. But, to force this life on one who never asked, one who comes into the world, this world going slightly mad, is destined to suffer adversity, this is a given, but I did not want to be the one to force another to go through it. However, this was bound to happen one day. I need an heir to inherit all that I have/am working toward, so sooner or later, I'd have to have a child, an innocent born into the world of sin. With my resources, I can aid the child. With my time as a Yogic student and many religious studies, I can feed the spirit - And still, I cannot shield from suffering the one who never asked for it. Dilemmas, dilemmas. A confession written away here as to make it clear to myself.
Perhaps. Perhaps I'm just not at all comfortable with the idea of my own blood suffering, which I'd say is all too human. So, the best thing I can do is raise the kid to be strong as to handle life an its many difficulties. In my head, this makes sense, but something is off. I should be overjoyed, but instead I'm cautiously ecstatic. I need a beer.
Aye, that works too. I'll post that in the happiness thread and stop being such an idiot. (My specialty, of course)
Not really, because there are many organizations that are well-suited to continuing a legacy, and having something to do with material possessions is a terrible reason to bring a child into the world. But that doesn't matter at this point, so...Congratulations?
I have to admit @Moon , I suspected this was what you meant by your post in TMW. Congratulations if you are both happy, certainly. At least you will get Granny off your back now.
Thanks. I may seem gloomy, but I'm actually excited to have my own son or daughter in nine months. Least the kids mom is smart so that'll cleave some of my stupidness out of them. I'm actually considering recording Grannies reaction to the news.
My old Karelian godmother has has a skill to notice in very, very early stage if someone is pregnant. (She says she sees it in breathing and something else.) There have been cases of surprise when news is absolutely not public information - or not ever sure thing to the mother and father to be and... "Ai siekii näytät olevan pienii päin? No onneks olkoo nyt kauhiast!" (Oh dear! You seem to have new life in your belly. So terribly much congratulations.) Someone should have been recording reaction - of the mothers and fathers to be. No one really knows how she does it. I believe she is more reliable than pregnency tests. She's the Worlds Ninth Wonder in every way!
I suppose Ylfa had heard also why the testing was difficult for her. "Mie kuule luulen jot siul voip olla nyt jottai ylimäärästä noitte hormooniloitten kanssa kun siul ei oo nyt..." (I suppose you might have something peculiar going on with your hormonal balance, because...") And then she would have got about 11 course dinner with 3-5 desserts and condolences that my godmother did not know to prepare to having guests and that's why offerings are so modest. And the best Karelian pies ever. (Over 80 years of experience shows.)
I was a smoker for just a couple of years, then I quit. Very recently I started smoking again, because of where I am in my head, but I firmly intend to quit again. I go through periods of aching and I am in one now. I'm not entirely sure yet why I've decided to smoke through it, but I know it won't last.
Ooh, I know this one. It is because smoking looks sexier than vaping, and now-a-days people act like you are the worst person alive for actually smoking. (I am glad you are able to quit.)
Where did this myth come from that smoking is sexy? I have never seen anyone with a cigarette and thought "Oh yes, what I wouldn't give to be that smoke cloud." Neither is sexy, but at least vaping smells nice. Usually fruity, I find.
