Saying "Whoops!" everyday since 1975.
Well this was posted a billion years ago. Regardless, LW#1, without going into too much detail, I hear you. Loud and clear.
@MoonBat These are the jokes, people.
@EddieMcCandry The science guy?
@elysian fields Plus? Two words: Wrinkly grey ballsack. Three words.
Wait, I can download old episodes of Loveline? So long, suckers. I'll be doing that and nothing else forever now.
If I could get every week of my 20s spent in just such a fashion, I would live to be 150 years old. Or something. Let the math geniuses crunch the numbers on that one.
WTF?? Where on earth are you ordering these drinks? Do they have lay-away plan? Again, I say: FLASK.
@Apocalypstick Oh I would! Except cheese destroys my stomach. My brain, however, still loves it and tries to convince me daily to eat large amounts of it. See? Lame instincts: I've got them.
My instincts also told me my boyfriend was cheating on me for all the years he was touring and playing music in front of hot Italian women. My instincts also tell me to eat lots of cheese, drink too much during important functions where it would be truly embarrassing for me to get stinking, black-out drunk, and that I MIGHT be able to pull off skinny jeans. My instincts are shite. They are built on a shaky foundation of being screwed over one too many times and insecurity. Sounds like your man is okay. Until he gives you a reason to think he's cheating (and it sounds like he hasn't), try to quiet your inner-freakout voice and just love him. I thought a lot of crazy things when I was pregnant. Mostly involving cake, though.
I have met Patrick Stewart! AND I sang in front of him! It was when he was in Anchorage touring A Xmas Carol about 80 billion years ago. He was extremely complimentary, and very nice. And very wee.