Geez. Who knew I was a snuggle monster? *raises hand*
The Five Love Languages
My primary love language is probably
Physical Touch
with a secondary love language being
Quality Time.
Complete set of results
Physical Touch: 11Quality Time: 7Words of Affirmation: 6Receiving Gifts: 4Acts of Service: 2
Information
Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.
Take the quiz
In other news, last night, I was running a load of clothes in my building's laundry room and I was actually scared to go back to put my stuff in the dryer... Why you ask? Because there were two girls stoned off their asses laying around in the laundry room and I was scared of being pounced on and violated by them. Seriously.
My clothes were done in the washer, so I went back to put them into the dryer. I walked in and this one girl nearly hit the roof when I opened the door because I startled her so badly. I apologized and then I could feel her friend staring at me and the 1st girl started talking to me.
I could tell they were fucked up on something... either that or they were just a bit sloooooooooooow, hahahaha, but this was at 6:30 p.m. on a Sunday, so they seemed a little out of place. They were alright looking, but the 2nd one was also pretty scary because she was just leering at me and started purring and growling at me... and not in a harmless giggly kind of way. Even if we'd been in a bar or something, I probably still would have been creeped out at least a little by her staring, but ESPECIALLY in the laundry room of my own apartment building.
Anyways, I look at the dryers down the side of the room closest to me and could see they were all being used (digital screens show whether they're empty or how much time is left in the cycle). I could see a couple of the dryers 10 feet away on the other side of the room (the 1st girl was sitting on the counter in between the two rows and the other was laying on her stomach when I walked in, but was now sitting up and, like I said, leering and growling).
I couldn't see past their heads to read the digital screens and know if any of the dryers were empty. I cut-off the conversation with the 1st girl and asked if all the dryers were being used. The 1st girl hops off the counter and is like "I'll check for you!" and then she slowly went around the room staring at each machine and announcing how much time was left. I'm thinking "Yaaaaaa... I actually only meant the couple of machines behind you because I couldn't see..."
They were all being used.
I said I'd just come back. The 2nd girl suggested I could stay because it was only going to be like 5 minutes before a couple of the dryers were finished (but I'd still have to wait for the clothes' owner to come back because I refuse to be one of those people that empties somebody else's dryer and leaves their stack of clothes on top of the machine). I politely declined and she insisted, several times, that I come back in 5 minutes.
I waited FIFTY-five minutes, hahahahaha. This was my thought process: "*sigh* I really hope they aren't still in there because I'll be really uncomfortable loading a dryer with them like two feet behind me... leering... ... growling... ... ... That creepy one is so gonna touch my bum... ... ... Hahahaha, if they're still there I could totally see myself getting at least a hand job from one of them... or both of them... WAIT! ARGGGHH!!!! WHY DIDN'T I GO FOR THE THREESOME! THEY TOTALLY WOULD HAVE BEEN DOWN. FUCK."
I went back to the laundry room and they were gone. I was mostly glad, but... c'mon, how fucking awesome would that have been if my story was like "Ya, it was straight out of a porn..."
Hahahahahaha.
My primary love language is probably
Physical Touch
with a secondary love language being
Quality Time.
Complete set of results
Physical Touch: 11Quality Time: 7Words of Affirmation: 6Receiving Gifts: 4Acts of Service: 2
Information
Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.
Take the quiz
In other news, last night, I was running a load of clothes in my building's laundry room and I was actually scared to go back to put my stuff in the dryer... Why you ask? Because there were two girls stoned off their asses laying around in the laundry room and I was scared of being pounced on and violated by them. Seriously.
My clothes were done in the washer, so I went back to put them into the dryer. I walked in and this one girl nearly hit the roof when I opened the door because I startled her so badly. I apologized and then I could feel her friend staring at me and the 1st girl started talking to me.
I could tell they were fucked up on something... either that or they were just a bit sloooooooooooow, hahahaha, but this was at 6:30 p.m. on a Sunday, so they seemed a little out of place. They were alright looking, but the 2nd one was also pretty scary because she was just leering at me and started purring and growling at me... and not in a harmless giggly kind of way. Even if we'd been in a bar or something, I probably still would have been creeped out at least a little by her staring, but ESPECIALLY in the laundry room of my own apartment building.
Anyways, I look at the dryers down the side of the room closest to me and could see they were all being used (digital screens show whether they're empty or how much time is left in the cycle). I could see a couple of the dryers 10 feet away on the other side of the room (the 1st girl was sitting on the counter in between the two rows and the other was laying on her stomach when I walked in, but was now sitting up and, like I said, leering and growling).
I couldn't see past their heads to read the digital screens and know if any of the dryers were empty. I cut-off the conversation with the 1st girl and asked if all the dryers were being used. The 1st girl hops off the counter and is like "I'll check for you!" and then she slowly went around the room staring at each machine and announcing how much time was left. I'm thinking "Yaaaaaa... I actually only meant the couple of machines behind you because I couldn't see..."
They were all being used.
I said I'd just come back. The 2nd girl suggested I could stay because it was only going to be like 5 minutes before a couple of the dryers were finished (but I'd still have to wait for the clothes' owner to come back because I refuse to be one of those people that empties somebody else's dryer and leaves their stack of clothes on top of the machine). I politely declined and she insisted, several times, that I come back in 5 minutes.
I waited FIFTY-five minutes, hahahahaha. This was my thought process: "*sigh* I really hope they aren't still in there because I'll be really uncomfortable loading a dryer with them like two feet behind me... leering... ... growling... ... ... That creepy one is so gonna touch my bum... ... ... Hahahaha, if they're still there I could totally see myself getting at least a hand job from one of them... or both of them... WAIT! ARGGGHH!!!! WHY DIDN'T I GO FOR THE THREESOME! THEY TOTALLY WOULD HAVE BEEN DOWN. FUCK."
I went back to the laundry room and they were gone. I was mostly glad, but... c'mon, how fucking awesome would that have been if my story was like "Ya, it was straight out of a porn..."
Hahahahahaha.