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CaliGirlNJ
my dear friend from college died last night of a heart attack after being Ruffied at a club. She had a heart condition, and a stroke at age 5 because of it. The drugs she was slipped put her into cardiac arrest and killed her within 2 hours. im still in shock.
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:( sorry to hear this
I had an old friend die last week from a heart attack. 34 yrs old
meth + the heat = cardiac arrest
drugs are bad, and so is the heat
 
Mudcat
After some discussion today, I'm having to say that there is no fogginess. It's over - time to let go of it and get used to the idea of being single again.

:sad:
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That was just the day before yesterday. I was really serious about what I said. I had flipped a switch in my brain and changed my attitude. Letting go - moving on.

Wouldn't you know it: the phone rings this morning. First time in awhile it rang and some part of me wasn't wondering if it was her - and it was her. We talked for two hours.

Wimmin.
 
Act One:

Mudcat
That was just the day before yesterday. I was really serious about what I said. I had flipped a switch in my brain and changed my attitude. Letting go - moving on.

Wouldn't you know it: the phone rings this morning. First time in awhile it rang and some part of me wasn't wondering if it was her - and it was her. We talked for two hours.

Wimmin.
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Act Two:

That was just the day before yesterday. I was really serious about what I said. I had flipped a switch in my brain and changed my attitude. Letting go - moving on.

Wouldn't you know it: the door bell rings this morning. First time in awhile it rang and some part of me wasn't wondering if it was her - and it was her. We fuked for two hours.

Wimmin.

Now your wimmin my friend! :up:
 
No doubt that is the direction it will go if I let it.

Starts with a phone call. Then another phone call several days later. Then the calls become more frequent, then we get together - yada, yada - we're back where we left off (wherever that was).

That's the track she is on now. It's up to me to decide if I want to be on it too.
 
GF and I just passed an important milestone.

We had lots of dumplings in Chinatown last night and she woke up this morning with obvious, er, digestive issues. She was embarrassed by that, yet I was pretty oblivious to the whole thing. Then it hit me.

Me- You know what? All this burping and farting is making me realize one thing.
Her- *chuckles* What?
Me- I love you.
Her- I love you too.
*kissing*
Me- Is your stomach gonna be okay?
Her- I think I have two good farts left in there.

We're hopeless romantics.

:guitar:
 
Matty
GF and I just passed an important milestone.

We had lots of dumplings in Chinatown last night and she woke up this morning with obvious, er, digestive issues. She was embarrassed by that, yet I was pretty oblivious to the whole thing. Then it hit me.

Me- You know what? All this burping and farting is making me realize one thing.
Her- *chuckles* What?
Me- I love you.
Her- I love you too.
*kissing*
Me- Is your stomach gonna be okay?
Her- I think I have two good farts left in there.

We're hopeless romantics.

:guitar:
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I choose to ignore the shitting/farting conversations. It's better left unsaid IMO. In fact, I just pretend she doesn't even do that. That somehow the toilet paper vanishes for some unknown reason.
 
Matty
GF and I just passed an important milestone.

We had lots of dumplings in Chinatown last night and she woke up this morning with obvious, er, digestive issues. She was embarrassed by that, yet I was pretty oblivious to the whole thing. Then it hit me.

Me- You know what? All this burping and farting is making me realize one thing.
Her- *chuckles* What?
Me- I love you.
Her- I love you too.
*kissing*
Me- Is your stomach gonna be okay?
Her- I think I have two good farts left in there.

We're hopeless romantics.

:guitar:
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:wah:
 
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