I am hoping you would, so I could say don't

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Once again, I start off with the links in hopes you will continue reading my entry (not that it matters as I write for myself once the links are up). I've been perusing some favored blogs, and I thought I would share :D Most are self-explanatory.

Texts from last night : WTF texts that leave you D:
Why the fuck do you have a kid : If you aren't

Comments

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I read an interesting quote the other day. It goes something along the lines of "You realize you are an adult the first time you truly laugh at your mistake," accompanied by a picture of three middle-aged, shapely women having their skirts blown up a bit and laughing. Your comment reminded me of that quote in that it's when you see through the transparency of silliness and laugh instead of fall and get angry, you feel just a bit more grown-up.

And that test -- spot on. That was something I began doing as I thought of jerks vs. guys-I've-loved. I saw weak attempts from the previous jerks to gain my attention/affection through unsettling comments, snatching my keys, etc. I wasn't affected as much (though I can't say I wasn't at all, heh).

Ohhh, I love to beat around the bush and say everything backwards. It's simply word-play for humor. And D's brother isn't a floating ninja like yourself. You just look similar to D is all. I never taught D the skill of "float and look bad ass while throwing ninja stars and stuff." Highly valued amongst various Shogunate. :D

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Oi vey, so true. I had an ex that considered me overly sensitive because he just picked and picked and picked. It always hurt and has pushed other friends away. He has yet to see that the way in which he picks isn't playful or fun; it's downright mean.

TBH, I am one of those pickers that goes too far, so I've had to learn when too much is too much. It comes down to learning what the other (friend, partner, small rabbit) respected and tolerated. Yeah, basically get to know them. I think those above "going too far" mistakes come about because you didn't truly get to know what makes the other person tick before you put them in the position to "just get you."

Wow, to think that the old adage that older men are more mature has a bit of truth to it. ;D (The same goes for everyone, really).

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Haha, oh I agree completely. Age doesn't beget maturity at all. Not many can turn out to be the magical, magnificent man that you are.

Unfortunately for D, he has been told time and time again. I think he just needs a firm "Wow, that was completely uncalled for and offensive. Later" everytime he does it (in regards to me... I still see him at a Happy Hour group I attend, and he and I are friendly with one another). A lot of people just want to continue saying "No, it's them, not me" as it is always easier to point out blame, not assume it.

Oh, most def. ACTUALLY, I was planning a trip to Austin to do some river floating (umm, ok, around Austin). It is quite a shame to live in Beaumont, but I do enjoy my roots. Plus, how else am I supposed to be the hottest hipster chick in town if I move to something fancy like Austin (ugh, I hate "keep Austin weird" catchphrases, as I am a complete weirdo and have always gone my own way... People vying for attention with that motto on their chest piss me off so badly. Weird isn't cool. It is shitty because you develop all sorts of insecurities in your formative years for being "different" hurrr di hurr hurr)?

Oh yeah, that was my mini-rant on Austin.

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Yeah, the weird thing has got to go. People tell me I would love Austin; I am sure I would as I really enjoy hilly country with beautiful scenery. But I would hate the people. I love me some Houston assholes anyway.

Hah, please understand I am mostly tongue in cheek, laughing at my own insecurities. I don't need to be, but it's a definite play on my want to always be in the limelight (and tendency to be in it anyway). But of course, you my gasp, maybe even jump up clapping your hands in glee. It is perfectly acceptable, though the preferred method is to kowtow before me, kissing my bejeweled feet.

Fear not the farmer's tan. It is quickly eradicated with Burning Skin of WhyTheFuckDidn'tIBuySPF30+FUCKThisHurts +4. :D I also go jogging with the sports bra to give a white stripe down my back.

I am enjoying suggested person so far :D