Is it too much to ask?? (199)
bodleing: Well my mail to her was far from sympathetic.
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leigh2154: She probably went off to answer her email from all the sympathetic, hungry men!!
Damn.
After reading the above I hit my "back button" to view her profile pics again in more detail only to stop on Conorco's bloody visog.
It has ruined my evening meal!
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cynicalorange: Potions??
Oh how a simple spelling error can make a post something completely different. Jolly good post
Oh how a simple spelling error can make a post something completely different. Jolly good post
As I have requested already.I do not want to be found guilty by association.
Termagant.
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ColonelBogey: Damn.
After reading the above I hit my "back button" to view her profile pics again in more detail only to stop on Conorco's bloody visog.
It has ruined my evening meal!
After reading the above I hit my "back button" to view her profile pics again in more detail only to stop on Conorco's bloody visog.
It has ruined my evening meal!
Don't cry...try it one more time...it's worth a look, and here is a hug!!
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Envy51: Hi H,
I am not sure i am buying into this thread a 100% if i am completely honest. This post makes me very weary ..........
MISSEY8
chester, Clwyd, Wales UK
Its a horrid thought to be left in a religion that you convert to for love of another man. I could be a totaly wrong but .............!
I am not sure i am buying into this thread a 100% if i am completely honest. This post makes me very weary ..........
MISSEY8
chester, Clwyd, Wales UK
Its a horrid thought to be left in a religion that you convert to for love of another man. I could be a totaly wrong but .............!
No, me neither, moreso because I remember this from her previous incarnation, and some of her comments in other threads. Likely a political or religious thead, and her stance, hence my earlier mention of remembering a strong, confident personality, like her last posts on here.
I tend to stay away from the "woe is me" threads, they usually end up as a witch hunt, with an angry mob looking to burn down some guys house and kick his dog.
On the upside, they do show that there are some very lovely and caring individuals on the site, and for that I am grateful.
As for converting to another religion, no freaking way in the world! They're all cults, just some are older, bigger, and multinational, kinda like General Motors.
I'm quite content being a happy heathen.
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leigh2154: Don't cry...try it one more time...it's worth a look, and here is a hug!! for making me laugh!!
I took your advice and this time I ended up on the moderators profile.
I could have sworn I spotted her eyes move!
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leigh2154: Not a diagnosis Felixis...just listing the symtoms...don't need to get your undies in an uproar......
my undies are not in an uproar and I don't appreciate you saying so as it is not true. People can make statements and even disagree without their "undies being in an uproar" at least in my world they do...and I feel sorry for anyone who cannot
I think your post could very easily be interpreted as an attempt to guess at diagnosis or I would not have said anything
I know things I have said on here could misinterpreted- it happens
this is just my objective opinon, that i am entitled to
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ColonelBogey: As I have requested already.I do not want to be found guilty by association.
Termagant.
Termagant.
Poo poo head
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felixis99: my undies are not in an uproar and I don't appreciate you saying so as it is not true. People can make statements and even disagree without their "undies being in an uproar" at least in my world they do...and I feel sorry for anyone who cannot
I think your post could very easily be interpreted as an attempt to guess at diagnosis or I would not have said anything
I know things I have said on here could misinterpreted- it happens
this is just my objective opinon, that i am entitled to
I think your post could very easily be interpreted as an attempt to guess at diagnosis or I would not have said anything
I know things I have said on here could misinterpreted- it happens
this is just my objective opinon, that i am entitled to
OK, OK!!!!!.........IMO your taking this a bit too hard!!
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ColonelBogey: I took your advice and this time I ended up on the moderators profile.
I could have sworn I spotted her eyes move!
I could have sworn I spotted her eyes move!
Was it an exaggerated eye roll, or did they cross??!!!?
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leigh2154: OK, OK!!!!!.........IMO your taking this a bit too hard!! Have your opin, have all you want!!
now there's a great idea!have all I want - hmmmmm - let's see where would I start????
with a cute dude who thinks I'm aces of course!thank leigh!
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felixis99: now there's a great idea!
have all I want - hmmmmm - let's see where would I start???? with a cute dude who thinks I'm aces of course!
thank leigh!
have all I want - hmmmmm - let's see where would I start???? with a cute dude who thinks I'm aces of course!
thank leigh!
Happy to help....no charge!!
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leigh2154: Was it an exaggerated eye roll, or did they cross??!!!?
It followed me across the room.When I took a sharp breath in with the shock my towel fell and I was then greeted by the exaggerated eye roll.
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leigh2154: Nice, very nice...I break my own rule to respond...know your own name...own it!! .......
This is your name --
a woman said,
and vanished through the winding corridor
There I see heaven within reach.
The wing of a white dove carries me
towards another childhood. And I never dreamt
that I was dreaming. Everything is real.
I knew I was casting myself aside . . .
and flew. I shall become what I will
in the final sphere. And everything
is white . The sea suspended
upon a roof of white clouds. Nothingness is white
in the white heaven of the absolute.
I was and was not. In this eternity's white regions,
I'm alone. I came before I was due;
no angel appeared to tell me:
"What did you do back there, in the world?"
I didn't hear the pious call out,
nor the sinners moan for I'm alone
in the whiteness. I'm alone.
Nothing hurts at the door of doom.
Neither time nor emotion. I don't feel
the lightness of things, or the weight
of apprehensions. I couldn't find
anyone to ask: Where is my where now?
Where is the city of the dead,
and where am I? Here
in this no-here, in this no-time,
there's no being, nor nothingness.
As if I had died once before,
I know this epiphany, and know
I'm on my way towards what I don't know.
Perhaps I'm still alive somewhere else,
and know what I want.
One day I shall become what I want.
One day I shall become a thought,
taken to the wasteland
neither by the sword or the book
as if it were rain falling on a mountain
split by a burgeoning blade of grass,
where neither might will triumph,
nor justice the fugitive.
One day I shall become what I want.
One day I shall become a bird,
and wrest my being from my non-being.
The longer my wings will burn,
the closer I am to the truth, risen from the ashes.
I am the dialogue of dreamers; I've shunned my body and self
to finish my first journey towards meaning,
which burnt me, and disappeared.
I'm absence. I'm the heavenly renegade.
One day I shall become what I want.
One day I shall become a poet,
water obedient to my insight. My language a metaphor
for metaphor, so I will neither declaim nor point to a place;
place is my sin and subterfuge.
I'm from there. My here leaps
from my footsteps to my imagination . . .
I am he who I was or will be,
made and struck down
by the endless, expansive space.
One day I shall become what I want.
One day I shall become a vine;
let summer distil me even now,
and let the passers-by drink my wine,
illuminated by the chandeliers of this sugary place!
I am the message and the messenger,
I am the little addresses and the mail.
One day I shall become what I want.
This is your name --
a woman said,
and vanished in the corridor of her whiteness.
This is your name; memorise it well!
Do not argue about any of its letters,
ignore the tribal flags,
befriend your horizontal name,
experience it with the living
and the dead, and strive
to have it correctly spelt
in the company of strangers and carve it
into a rock inside a cave:
O my name, you will grow
as I grow, you will carry me
as I will carry you;
a stranger is brother to a stranger;
we shall take the female with a vowel
devoted to flutes.
O my name: where are we now?
Tell me: What is now? What is tomorrow? What's time, what's place, what's old, what's new?
One day we shall become what we want.
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Have some fun reverse the role treat him like dirt for awhile!
MISSEY8: I have been with a guy for 3yrs now, He is Jewish and I recentky finished my conversion to Judaism to make my relationship with him easier. I love being jewish its not about that what it is about is the way he treats me still as a person and as his supposed to be his better half!!
its been a long haul with him of lots of downs than ups.
He has cheated on me 3 times twice over the net and once with an actual person sent over by his family to see if he really does want me or a real jewish woman, in that time he nastily dumped me and broke my heart and told me to wait for him for 4wks till he decided my fate if i was the one for him or not!!!
well he made his decision in the end and came back to me. but every year at passover time and high holidays and yom kippur he does the same thing of saying he doesnt have time to speak to me at all and he really doesnt make that much of an effort to either! he has his family over from israel to america where he lives and i live here for now in UK. so he lives breathes and sleeps and eats for 4wks with his family but never has time to call via skype his girlfriend back home in England, he always says " i hope you understand i have the whole family here and i have to entertain and at some point i shall try and say hello to you but you know i am busy with them" so really i have to wait and i feel so worth less and not wanted by him when he says that to me that he can barely give me 2mins to say hello i miss you but he has plenty of time for facebook which he is always on.!!
what shall i do? is he honest and does he respect and want me? I am on here as i thought maybe i should keep myself open to the possibility that there maybe someone out there for me if he doesnt want me.
its been a long haul with him of lots of downs than ups.
He has cheated on me 3 times twice over the net and once with an actual person sent over by his family to see if he really does want me or a real jewish woman, in that time he nastily dumped me and broke my heart and told me to wait for him for 4wks till he decided my fate if i was the one for him or not!!!
well he made his decision in the end and came back to me. but every year at passover time and high holidays and yom kippur he does the same thing of saying he doesnt have time to speak to me at all and he really doesnt make that much of an effort to either! he has his family over from israel to america where he lives and i live here for now in UK. so he lives breathes and sleeps and eats for 4wks with his family but never has time to call via skype his girlfriend back home in England, he always says " i hope you understand i have the whole family here and i have to entertain and at some point i shall try and say hello to you but you know i am busy with them" so really i have to wait and i feel so worth less and not wanted by him when he says that to me that he can barely give me 2mins to say hello i miss you but he has plenty of time for facebook which he is always on.!!
what shall i do? is he honest and does he respect and want me? I am on here as i thought maybe i should keep myself open to the possibility that there maybe someone out there for me if he doesnt want me.
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ColonelBogey: It followed me across the room.When I took a sharp breath in with the shock my towel fell and I was then greeted by the exaggerated eye roll.
Better than being greeted with...Seriously hon, size doesn't matter!!
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Paldi5: This is your name --
a woman said,
and vanished through the winding corridor
There I see heaven within reach.
The wing of a white dove carries me
towards another childhood. And I never dreamt
that I was dreaming. Everything is real.
I knew I was casting myself aside . . .
and flew. I shall become what I will
in the final sphere. And everything
is white . The sea suspended
upon a roof of white clouds. Nothingness is white
in the white heaven of the absolute.
I was and was not. In this eternity's white regions,
I'm alone. I came before I was due;
no angel appeared to tell me:
"What did you do back there, in the world?"
I didn't hear the pious call out,
nor the sinners moan for I'm alone
in the whiteness. I'm alone.
Nothing hurts at the door of doom.
Neither time nor emotion. I don't feel
the lightness of things, or the weight
of apprehensions. I couldn't find
anyone to ask: Where is my where now?
Where is the city of the dead,
and where am I? Here
in this no-here, in this no-time,
there's no being, nor nothingness.
As if I had died once before,
I know this epiphany, and know
I'm on my way towards what I don't know.
Perhaps I'm still alive somewhere else,
and know what I want.
One day I shall become what I want.
One day I shall become a thought,
taken to the wasteland
neither by the sword or the book
as if it were rain falling on a mountain
split by a burgeoning blade of grass,
where neither might will triumph,
nor justice the fugitive.
One day I shall become what I want.
One day I shall become a bird,
and wrest my being from my non-being.
The longer my wings will burn,
the closer I am to the truth, risen from the ashes.
I am the dialogue of dreamers; I've shunned my body and self
to finish my first journey towards meaning,
which burnt me, and disappeared.
I'm absence. I'm the heavenly renegade.
One day I shall become what I want.
One day I shall become a poet,
water obedient to my insight. My language a metaphor
for metaphor, so I will neither declaim nor point to a place;
place is my sin and subterfuge.
I'm from there. My here leaps
from my footsteps to my imagination . . .
I am he who I was or will be,
made and struck down
by the endless, expansive space.
One day I shall become what I want.
One day I shall become a vine;
let summer distil me even now,
and let the passers-by drink my wine,
illuminated by the chandeliers of this sugary place!
I am the message and the messenger,
I am the little addresses and the mail.
One day I shall become what I want.
This is your name --
a woman said,
and vanished in the corridor of her whiteness.
This is your name; memorise it well!
Do not argue about any of its letters,
ignore the tribal flags,
befriend your horizontal name,
experience it with the living
and the dead, and strive
to have it correctly spelt
in the company of strangers and carve it
into a rock inside a cave:
O my name, you will grow
as I grow, you will carry me
as I will carry you;
a stranger is brother to a stranger;
we shall take the female with a vowel
devoted to flutes.
O my name: where are we now?
Tell me: What is now? What is tomorrow? What's time, what's place, what's old, what's new?
One day we shall become what we want.
a woman said,
and vanished through the winding corridor
There I see heaven within reach.
The wing of a white dove carries me
towards another childhood. And I never dreamt
that I was dreaming. Everything is real.
I knew I was casting myself aside . . .
and flew. I shall become what I will
in the final sphere. And everything
is white . The sea suspended
upon a roof of white clouds. Nothingness is white
in the white heaven of the absolute.
I was and was not. In this eternity's white regions,
I'm alone. I came before I was due;
no angel appeared to tell me:
"What did you do back there, in the world?"
I didn't hear the pious call out,
nor the sinners moan for I'm alone
in the whiteness. I'm alone.
Nothing hurts at the door of doom.
Neither time nor emotion. I don't feel
the lightness of things, or the weight
of apprehensions. I couldn't find
anyone to ask: Where is my where now?
Where is the city of the dead,
and where am I? Here
in this no-here, in this no-time,
there's no being, nor nothingness.
As if I had died once before,
I know this epiphany, and know
I'm on my way towards what I don't know.
Perhaps I'm still alive somewhere else,
and know what I want.
One day I shall become what I want.
One day I shall become a thought,
taken to the wasteland
neither by the sword or the book
as if it were rain falling on a mountain
split by a burgeoning blade of grass,
where neither might will triumph,
nor justice the fugitive.
One day I shall become what I want.
One day I shall become a bird,
and wrest my being from my non-being.
The longer my wings will burn,
the closer I am to the truth, risen from the ashes.
I am the dialogue of dreamers; I've shunned my body and self
to finish my first journey towards meaning,
which burnt me, and disappeared.
I'm absence. I'm the heavenly renegade.
One day I shall become what I want.
One day I shall become a poet,
water obedient to my insight. My language a metaphor
for metaphor, so I will neither declaim nor point to a place;
place is my sin and subterfuge.
I'm from there. My here leaps
from my footsteps to my imagination . . .
I am he who I was or will be,
made and struck down
by the endless, expansive space.
One day I shall become what I want.
One day I shall become a vine;
let summer distil me even now,
and let the passers-by drink my wine,
illuminated by the chandeliers of this sugary place!
I am the message and the messenger,
I am the little addresses and the mail.
One day I shall become what I want.
This is your name --
a woman said,
and vanished in the corridor of her whiteness.
This is your name; memorise it well!
Do not argue about any of its letters,
ignore the tribal flags,
befriend your horizontal name,
experience it with the living
and the dead, and strive
to have it correctly spelt
in the company of strangers and carve it
into a rock inside a cave:
O my name, you will grow
as I grow, you will carry me
as I will carry you;
a stranger is brother to a stranger;
we shall take the female with a vowel
devoted to flutes.
O my name: where are we now?
Tell me: What is now? What is tomorrow? What's time, what's place, what's old, what's new?
One day we shall become what we want.
And you point is??!!??!!!
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leigh2154: Better than being greeted with...Seriously hon, size doesn't matter!!
The last thing she did before I clicked away was to blush and sweat profusely.
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Well my mail to her was far from sympathetic.