Yeah, so October is not great for me, either. I've had a sour mood for about two weeks now. The dishes are stacked, unwashed and the whole apartment needs a good sweep and straighten. Where is my motivation, gumption, the "I give a f**k" mentality?
I think I lost it somewhere. :/
Thank you, John, for this eloquent glimpse. All the hugs and music to you!
What did you do in Iceland? I'm thinking of going to Iceland later this year.
I like it with a little cinnamon, maybe some fresh peach slices. :)
Oatmeal and PBS are super great. Come sit by me.
Also, what was his response?
I went to Burning Man a few years ago and had good time. Some things were not so good, but overall, yeah, it was good for me. I'd go again. It was fun to just walk or ride my bike everywhere and run into really far out art and people.
Also, I think anal is great. With lots of lube and a partner who listens, it can be amazing. Anal orgasms are a gorgeous thing.
I actually tried it the first time because I didn't want to have vaginal intercourse and thought, "Yeah, anal would be ok. It's not really sex." I loved it, it felt great and sometime thereafter I let go of that notion "It's not really sex, therefore it's ok" (thank you, strict religious upbringing).
Information! About our bidies! Yes, please, I'll have more. Thank you!
(I caught my typo, but decided to leave it in there. My mom and I talk about bid-ness all the time, again intentionally mispronounced 'cause we think it's funny.)
Omigosh, yes!! I tend to fall for guys who are geographically far away from me, even to the point of writing poems on LJ.
I need to hear this. Thanks, dear Baba Yaga!! <3
The ilium is the uppermost and largest bone of the pelvis, and appears in most vertebrates including mammals and birds, but not bony fish.
Also, the name comes from the Latin (ile, ilis), meaning "groin" or "flank."
Aka, iliums are what make up hips.
I was in a psychiatric day hospital for about 2 months when I was 14. I'd get on a bus in the morning, be at the facility all day, then take a bus back in the late afternoon.
There were many activities, all scheduled. Group therapy, basketball, art therapy are the ones I remember the most.
It worked well for me. I'd spent the previous two months as an inpatient at another pyschiatric facility. Both were good for me, as in, there were people in both who genuinely cared about us. Some of the nurses were a bit odd, but the majority were nice people who were good at their job.