I feel terrible. Last night, I knowingly went out with for a few drinks with some ex-co-workers, whom I haven't seen in ages. It turns out that two of the guys who showed up, I had at one time kissed. I'm also really honest with my boyfriend. I tell him everything, and he knows about those two instances. I don't know where my fault lies heavier: always
thanks kingbee. I kinda feel like a mobster's wife.
And so it continues... I'm sick of hearing myself talk about it. My friends are sick of my crying wolf everytime I say I don't want to be in this relationship. This is partly the reason why I'm writing here because I need to let my frustrations out somewhere. But this is all my one-sided look at how things are, so it's not the complete truth. I don't mean for thi
Ok, let me try again. I didn't want to get too detailed because I thought I would bore you, and I probably am missing the point. My boyfriend is going to a real casino right now, but he is also planning on going to some underground card games. And on top of that he is also dealing underground card games on the side, trying to start a business. May be I've watched too many casino movies, but the whole scene of chronics around a poker table
I see your point, and I like your response. Thanks. I don't think I can answer as smart as you, but I'll be more specific. Although it is more comfortable than working at the Piggly Wiggly, I'm not very supportive of my bpyfriend using his gambling wins as a source of income. If you are currently unemployed and are using the last thousand of your income tax return to play poker in hopes that you'll line your pockets, well, then
I'm trying to decide if I'm being completely unreasonable. I don't like gambling. I can condone it as a form of entertainment, but something about all that money just seems wrong to me. Now, my boyfriend is heading off to the casino. He's not a big gambler, and he's only gambled a few times in five years. I know he's doing this just to make a couple of b
Yeah I probably do suffer from chronic anxiety, but I'm not alone. Thanks for the insight.
This is turning out to be the journal of a fraidy cat. Today, there was a career fair for writers at school. It's actually going on right now: publishers, writers, associations. I thought, neat, I can go and ask questions to get a better idea of what the industry's like. So I get ready to go, read over the questions I prepared and print off a couple re
Hugh Jackman's dreamy... I think it's the aussie accent. I wonder what the truth is about him doing porn. I frankly don't care.
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Jess, Thanks, your advice is very fitting. I've had thoughts like that weighing me down for such a long time. The only thing I can say is that he makes me happy most of the time. I'd like to think that a lot of what's wrong is partly my fault for building my life around him. But you are right, I'm responsible for my own happiness. I don't have the balls to make a decision I can live with, right now. I think it's coming soon. I
This is probably old news, and no one really cares anymore: but Sebastian Bach played in some pseudo-band on the Gilmore Girls. He sang a Rancid song and looked like a fag.
Why do I stay? Why do I think I need him? This reads like some lame high school relationship. I never dreamed that I'd be in a relationship with someone who pisses me off to all hell all the time, and at the same time I feel like I can't leave. Why do I have to be such a woman? Women do this. They hope. He'll change. He won't screw up again. He promi
Fun question! I love tattoos. I remember when I used to date a lot, every guy who broke my heart was some tattooed and pierced freak. Tattoos are sexy... and they're a bit rebellious, which makes them even more sexy. I'm really lucky that my guy has the sexiest tattoo. Re: feet... I think that when you've tried everything, you have to try something new and different... feet are one thing, but sexy shoes I can understand.
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Again, as stated above, I want to emphasize that your interpretation of the fall of the Greek and Roman civilizations is incorrect. I'll leave it at that because I don't have the energy.
That's ok! I'm glad I'm not the only one who whines like this. We've been together for four years. It wasn't a surprise... but the playoffs are the worst! Hockey, basketball, football... I'm just glad he's not into baseball.
whoa.... that was just too scary. you sounded just like my boyfriend! I thought I got caught complaining. phew.
in case any newbies are like me and can't figure stuff out.... it has to do with your cookies.
Ok, may be I'm being overly sensitive. May be it's me not acknowledging my partner's interests... but c'mon! EIGHT MONTHS out of the entire year? When I first moved to Toronto, I thought it was really funny: hockey is religion here. Those damn canucks, eh. But my gosh, when my boyfriend talks to me about hockey, I shut it out just like he ignores everyt
Hello. I'm trying to create a new article, but it continually says, "You are not authorized to access this page," whenever I try. What am I missing?
This is kind of a late reply, but... didn't Metallica swipe their name from another band? I remember Lars saying that he stole the name "Metallica" from his friend's band.
I'm trying to create a new article and no matter how many times I try, it gives me the message: "You are not authorized to access this page." Does anyone know what I'm doing wrong?
If I'm bored of this relationship then it's partially my fault. If anything, I keep him on his toes. When he lets me down, I can get demanding... and I get let down a lot.
it made me laugh
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