Astroturf and spirit guides have more in common than you realize. The lesson can be learned through regular meditation followed by some herbal tea.
What's wrong with you dudes? Seriously? She's cool
I agree, modern times have distorted our approach to courting. A door being opened, dressing for an occasion or pulling a chair out.
I try to practice these things as regular behavior. I am female but I will hold a door open for either sex. If there is a special occasion such as a date or finer restaurant, I will dress for such an occasion. By making an extra effort, in my mind, that makes the activity more special, even if the other party doesn't notice. If my efforts are lost on my date or a stranger, I don't care. I will continue to do it.
In my mind, equal doesn't mean rate of pay or title. It is paying respect to both sexes equally. If one doesn't appreciate these things, they may have not learned common courtesy. Their loss.
No, really, games, like video. My tennis partner invited me over for a match last week. After, he showed me a video game he was playing. In this game, he can capture creatures like T Rex, sabretooth tigers, dragons, griffins etc.
He texted me to come over. He has 2 Dragon eggs and wants to give one to me. He told me I can hatch it, name it, and watch it grow. I can choose between a water Dragon or a poison dragon. I can't decide which one to pick! This is so exciting!
The death of a device. My laptop died the other day. A bunch of stuff locked in a box i can't access. It's like a time capsule of sorts. Now, I try to start again on an Android. It's like having a treasure chest, locked, without the key. Now, I read googl e plus will be deleting junk. My whole past, erased, if I can't recover the images. It's a race against time! I'm losing my shit oh dear!
Just having some fun. No insults intended. I stand firmly in my delusion that this is a dating site. Have fun debating social injustices.
Is when everybody who isn't married or related by blood live together as one family. They usually wear jeans, plaid shirts with the sleeves rolled up and sandals. They raise chickens, garden and macrame plant holders, necklaces and bracelets for sale at the annual Renaissance festival.
New witness states that lush lawns deplete the earth of necessary water for hydration of twolegged critters even though sprinkler systems are used casually, like water grows on trees.
Jesus christ, must everything be about Trump? I could say something completely random and someone will find a way to mention Trump. It's f*cking ridiculous. It's mind blowing. And my Facebook feed has so much pro/anti Trump crap that I'm at risk of missing the cute cat videos.
Like a bloated body that
Bobs to the surface
Of a stagnant lake
What rusty chassis
Rest on Sandy bottoms
Do?
Keep their passengers
Buckled, while Fords and Chevy
Dissolve with time
The Missing Head
My manager's cat pen lost its head. It happened somewhere between the back office and the front desk. My ears pricked up and I immediately volunteered to head the search party. We passed through the warehouse and I glassed the concrete floor for a tiny, white, kitty head. My heart raced when I sighted what most definitely was, indeed, the missing head! No! Heads! Hundreds of them! Upon closer inspection, they were pieces of styrofoam...
We continued examining every inch of commercial grade carpet, adorned with the vast variety of area rugs. I bent down and scanned the surface beneath sofa's, tables and beds. Nothing!
We lounged in one of the reclining sectionals and shook our heads. Then, the other manager noticed we were missing. This manager rallied a second search party to search for us. Not long after, I felt a nudge on my shoulder, startling me awake. Dazed, I reported back to the customer service desk.
On my way back, I felt a twinge in my stomach. My inner core twisted to the right and my feet followed. Like a water witch, I raised my arms out and moved in a most direct, direction. Then my arms began to twitch and my eyes lowered to a spot next to the foot of a very attractive accent chair. It was there! I had found the missing head!
I crouched down and gently picked up the tiny, white, kitty head. Cupping it in my palm, I presented it to my other, distraught manager. With glee, she reattached the tiny, white kitty head to the pen. The pen that used the cat's tail as a clicker. This manager had several kitty pens, in all colors, so I suggested she pull all the heads off and mix and match.
they walked together
hand in hand
over a rocky trail
stopping at a lookout point
they tugged at each other
looking at each other and then
the landscape
"i'm going this way" she said
"i'm going that way" he said
fingers released and found pockets
"don't forget to write"
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