What Are You Thinking?

[Tyger]

I wish I could find a cheap place in Detroit and move there... *nods*

[deadcoldgothgirl]

I'm really worried about bills and stuff this month.

[bean]

If I could, I would trade my intelligence for attractiveness. My intelligence hasn't really gotten me very far, but if I was one of those hot chicks that everyone drools all over, I probably would have gone much farther in life. I'd be a model or actress or something. Besides, people are much more forgiving of stupidity if the idiot is attractive, and I'd be too stupid to know that I was stupid, or if people were talking shit about me, so really it would be a win win situation. Attractive people also get away with being total bitches, so I wouldn't even have to be nice to people either, if I didn't feel like it. Being smart enough to realize what people think of you or certain things about you, or catching little bitchy comments isn't really worth it.

Edited September 8, 2011 by bean

[phee]

If I could, I would trade my intelligence for attractiveness. My intelligence hasn't really gotten me very far, but if I was one of those hot chicks that everyone drools all over, I probably would have gone much farther in life. I'd be a model or actress or something. Besides, people are much more forgiving of stupidity if the idiot is attractive, and I'd be too stupid to know that I was stupid, or of people were talking shit about me, so really it would be a win win situation. Attractive people also get away with being total bitches, so I wouldn't even have to be nice to people either, if I didn't feel like it. Being smart enough to realize what people think of you or certain things about you, or catching little bitchy comments isn't really worth it.

A very intelligent post actually... and sadly very true in a lot of cultures.

I would not change you... however.

[bean]

A very intelligent post actually... and sadly very true in a lot of cultures.

I would not change you... however.

Thanks.

[taysteewonderbunny]

If I could, I would trade my intelligence for attractiveness. My intelligence hasn't really gotten me very far, but if I was one of those hot chicks that everyone drools all over, I probably would have gone much farther in life. I'd be a model or actress or something. Besides, people are much more forgiving of stupidity if the idiot is attractive, and I'd be too stupid to know that I was stupid, or if people were talking shit about me, so really it would be a win win situation. Attractive people also get away with being total bitches, so I wouldn't even have to be nice to people either, if I didn't feel like it. Being smart enough to realize what people think of you or certain things about you, or catching little bitchy comments isn't really worth it.

*cough, cough* Bullshit! *cough, cough*

It may feel that way, but I guarantee you what you say is patently untrue. How many gorgeous women, models and actresses, etc., suffer from drug addiction or eating disorders? How many of their marriages end in divorce? Seriously! If attractiveness guaranteed happiness, TABLOIDS WOULD BE OUT OF BUSINESS, soap operas and reality shows would lose their appeal.

The truth of the matter is that happiness has far less to do with attractiveness, income, and intelligence and much more to do with how you treat and think of yourself. You have all the tools to be the happiest person you know. You are truly loved by a great many (and pretty damn awesome) people. Yeah, life may get you down, but you are equipped to deal with it. And if you're feeling particularly weak at this moment, call me. We'll meet for coffee and I will gladly spend a couple of hours reminding you how wonderful (and pretty) you truly are.

[Oh_My_Goth]

I love life... Even the things I don't quite understand

[Destroit]

*cough, cough* Bullshit! *cough, cough*

It may feel that way, but I guarantee you what you say is patently untrue. How many gorgeous women, models and actresses, etc., suffer from drug addiction or eating disorders? How many of their marriages end in divorce? Seriously! If attractiveness guaranteed happiness, TABLOIDS WOULD BE OUT OF BUSINESS, soap operas and reality shows would lose their appeal.

The truth of the matter is that happiness has far less to do with attractiveness, income, and intelligence and much more to do with how you treat and think of yourself. You have all the tools to be the happiest person you know. You are truly loved by a great many (and pretty damn awesome) people. Yeah, life may get you down, but you are equipped to deal with it. And if you're feeling particularly weak at this moment, call me. We'll meet for coffee and I will gladly spend a couple of hours reminding you how wonderful (and pretty) you truly are.

I thought being thin would solve my problems, but I only found that men did not take me seriously (even properly dressed) and women wouldn't befriend me out of petty jealousy. Less inches, mo' problems.

I did, however, get cocky and airheaded when I was thin, because I used to be under social "control" and ultimately acted the way I perceived that everyone wanted me to. My behavior was most likely inviting negative responses. Doing it this time around, I've been slipping out of inches here and there, and not being a cunt about it, or acting girlier.

Edited September 8, 2011 by Chernobyl

[deadcoldgothgirl]

I have a lazy problem. I really don't want to do homework. I also don't want my long day tomorrow. I have class from 10-12 and then on air from 12-3. I'm not in the mood nor do I have the energy.

[taysteewonderbunny]

I have a lazy problem. I really don't want to do homework. I also don't want my long day tomorrow. I have class from 10-12 and then on air from 12-3. I'm not in the mood nor do I have the energy.

That's not a very long day. I remember working two and three jobs on top of schooling all whilst (unbeknownst to me) I had pneumonia. I worked five nights a week for an eight-hour midnight shift, attended classes, then high-tailed it to the other side of town to waitress for five hours, then nap and go back to the night job AND found time to clean the building common areas for a discount on my rent. I did this until I literally collapsed because I couldn't breathe anymore. Then I took those antibiotics, switched to filtered cigarettes and kept plugging away. God, I was psycho back then.

[n0Mad]

I also don't want my long day tomorrow. I have class from 10-12 and then on air from 12-3.

Lazy is right. 5 hours is a long day and you're on your ass the whole time? I'm on my feet for 10 hours a day, constantly moving, and lifting heavy things. Not to mention my commute of 20 minutes to an hour each way depending on which store I happen to be working at from week to week. And if I actually want to take a lunch I have to work an extra half hour to make up the time. And you know what? I actually love my job and will be sorely disappointed when this project is over with and I have to go back to 7-8 hour shifts with lunch included doing nothing but standing behind a register all day.

[deadcoldgothgirl]

That's not a very long day. I remember working two and three jobs on top of schooling all whilst (unbeknownst to me) I had pneumonia. I worked five nights a week for an eight-hour midnight shift, attended classes, then high-tailed it to the other side of town to waitress for five hours, then nap and go back to the night job AND found time to clean the building common areas for a discount on my rent. I did this until I literally collapsed because I couldn't breathe anymore. Then I took those antibiotics, switched to filtered cigarettes and kept plugging away. God, I was psycho back then.

Lazy is right. 5 hours is a long day and you're on your ass the whole time? I'm on my feet for 10 hours a day, constantly moving, and lifting heavy things. Not to mention my commute of 20 minutes to an hour each way depending on which store I happen to be working at from week to week. And if I actually want to take a lunch I have to work an extra half hour to make up the time. And you know what? I actually love my job and will be sorely disappointed when this project is over with and I have to go back to 7-8 hour shifts with lunch included doing nothing but standing behind a register all day.

Like I said, I'm feeling lazy. I know it isn't that long, but it feels like it. I'm just tired. I need a day to sleep in. In my down time I've been doing a lot of running around with late nights. I'll probably feel better after a good nights rest Saturday morning. Those six hours are just my set in stone schedule for tomorrow. It doesn't include the other things I have to do.

[torn asunder]

That's not a very long day. I remember working two and three jobs on top of schooling all whilst (unbeknownst to me) I had pneumonia. I worked five nights a week for an eight-hour midnight shift, attended classes, then high-tailed it to the other side of town to waitress for five hours, then nap and go back to the night job AND found time to clean the building common areas for a discount on my rent. I did this until I literally collapsed because I couldn't breathe anymore. Then I took those antibiotics, switched to filtered cigarettes and kept plugging away. God, I was psycho back then.

Lazy is right. 5 hours is a long day and you're on your ass the whole time? I'm on my feet for 10 hours a day, constantly moving, and lifting heavy things. Not to mention my commute of 20 minutes to an hour each way depending on which store I happen to be working at from week to week. And if I actually want to take a lunch I have to work an extra half hour to make up the time. And you know what? I actually love my job and will be sorely disappointed when this project is over with and I have to go back to 7-8 hour shifts with lunch included doing nothing but standing behind a register all day.

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FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:

Aye, very passable, that, very passable bit of risotto.

SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:

Nothing like a good glass of Château de Chasselas, eh, Josiah?

THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:

You're right there, Obadiah.

FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:

Who'd have thought thirty year ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Château de Chasselas, eh?

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:

In them days we was glad to have the price of a cup o' tea.

SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:

A cup o' cold tea.

FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:

Without milk or sugar.

THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:

Or tea.

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:

In a cracked cup, an' all.

FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:

Oh, we never had a cup. We used to have to drink out of a rolled up newspaper.

SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:

The best we could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.

THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:

But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:

Because we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, "Money doesn't buy you happiness, son".

FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:

Aye, 'e was right.

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:

Aye, 'e was.

FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:

I was happier then and I had nothin'. We used to live in this tiny old house with great big holes in the roof.

SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:

House! You were lucky to live in a house! We used to live in one room, all twenty-six of us, no furniture, 'alf the floor was missing, and we were all 'uddled together in one corner for fear of falling.

THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:

Eh, you were lucky to have a room! We used to have to live in t' corridor!

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:

Oh, we used to dream of livin' in a corridor! Would ha' been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woke up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House? Huh.

FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:

Well, when I say 'house' it was only a hole in the ground covered by a sheet of tarpaulin, but it was a house to us.

SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:

We were evicted from our 'ole in the ground; we 'ad to go and live in a lake.

THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:

You were lucky to have a lake! There were a hundred and fifty of us living in t' shoebox in t' middle o' road.

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:

Cardboard box?

THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:

Aye.

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:

You were lucky. We lived for three months in a paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down t' mill, fourteen hours a day, week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep wi' his belt.

SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:

Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at six o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of 'ot gravel, work twenty hour day at mill for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would thrash us to sleep with a broken bottle, if we were lucky!

THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:

Well, of course, we had it tough. We used to 'ave to get up out of shoebox at twelve o'clock at night and lick road clean wit' tongue. We had two bits of cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at mill for sixpence every four years, and when we got home our Dad would slice us in two wit' bread knife.

FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:

Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah.

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:

And you try and tell the young people of today that ..... they won't believe you.

ALL:

They won't!

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[taysteewonderbunny]

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[ sniveling ]

Yeah, well I walked six miles to school....through six feet of snow....and it was uphill....both ways.....

All I'm saying is she will survive. She could thrive, even, if she looks on the bright side of things. Life is hard enough...one needn't add to one's own difficulties by thinking so negatively.

[deadcoldgothgirl]

Yeah, well I walked six miles to school....through six feet of snow....and it was uphill....both ways.....

I will see your walk and raise you one yard stick broken over my ass by a nun in elementary school

[taysteewonderbunny]

I will see your walk and raise you one yard stick broken over my ass by a nun in elementary school

Well, I was paraphrasing Bill Cosby, but your thing sounds hot.

[Enishi]

I'm thinking that we finally have decent looking scrubs again in our department. I'm going to celebrate by burning the idiotic polo shirts we used to have to wear. I fucking hated those things.

[phee]

"I have a 16 month old... what am I supposed to do? I mean... he has his shows he likes to watch... this isn't fair."

I think that if this person represents the majority of parents out there.... the human race is circling the drain.

[taysteewonderbunny]

"I have a 16 month old... what am I supposed to do? I mean... he has his shows he likes to watch... this isn't fair."

I think that if this person represents the majority of parents out there.... the human race is circling the drain.

Uh, yeah, lady.

I feel for you, Phee.

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By the time I get all this stuff straightened out with my unemployment that I will start to receive payments, I'm going to be back in school AND have a job.

[Guest Megalicious]

And they become the food of my grotesque lust.......

[deadcoldgothgirl]

Pretzel thins and hummus are are making a yummy lunch.

[Guest Megalicious]

As I become increasingly obsessed with kin selection, ESS and evolutionary biology theory (primarily Price, Robertson and Fisher's work) I can't help but come back to the basic 3-4 G&D stages.... "to earn praise and avoid disapproval"- the human race sometimes leaves me very sad.

[Eevee]

My back is so fucking warm! Dx

I guess this is how it feels to wear a shirt over a fresh tattoo...

[shewolf1321]

i think the kids are being too quiet. (checking) go figure the only one awake is the 4 year old

[Destroit]

UGGGHHH...WTFB CIGARETTE...