Pretty good I'd say. It was essentially an evaluation pretty much. I was asked a bunch of questions. Felt pretty nice to say certain things that I have never spoken to anyone face-to-face about, and even certain things that have never left my head. Hopefully it'll help make a change.
How in the heck do I cut my self opeing a jar of spaghetti sauce. Not a can a jar a feaking jar. I think dry sauce on the rim of the jar was what cut my finger. Who knew a little dry sauce was sharp as a knife.
Pretty good I'd say. It was essentially an evaluation pretty much. I was asked a bunch of questions. Felt pretty nice to say certain things that I have never spoken to anyone face-to-face about, and even certain things that have never left my head. Hopefully it'll help make a change.
If it felt good doing it, then I think you're going to benefit from it. All they do is guide you after all. They aid you in uncovering/unloading emotions plain and hidden. I hope it does you well, it's a powerful tool if it does. ;3
make me feel good. reply before i go to bed, please,
Something to wake up to! I will tell you about a recent peculiar occurrence in my life. A few days ago in the shower, I got to the cleaning of my armpits, and realized the soap was not working, and they needed to be shampoo'd. Now, I have shampoo's them before, but I had never needed to before. My theory is it was either due to the deodorant I was wearing, or they may need to be trimmed. Most likely a combination of the two.
Something to wake up to! I will tell you about a recent peculiar occurrence in my life. A few days ago in the shower, I got to the cleaning of my armpits, and realized the soap was not working, and they needed to be shampoo'd. Now, I have shampoo's them before, but I had never needed to before. My theory is it was either due to the deodorant I was wearing, or they may need to be trimmed. Most likely a combination of the two.
Good morning, enjoy your shower!
Hmmm, you bring up an interesting point...
An alternate soultion could be to lather the soap in your hands as you do when washing them. Then, applying the lather to those hairy, unwieldy underarms of yours.
I have already let go of this guy and already pulled away. I've made lots of progress moving on. I don't love him, nor like him, nor have any romantic feelings for him. It's just mere infatuation, with me daydreaming about him for 2-3 years and hallucinating. Now, there's really nothing between me and him. He should move on too. There is no happiness in unrequited love.
Hmmm, you bring up an interesting point...
An alternate soultion could be to lather the soap in your hands as you do when washing them. Then, applying the lather to those hairy, unwieldy underarms of yours.
A good thought but ultimately unsuccessful. That is how I was my beard, so I attempted that with my jungle pits, but it seemed to have no effect on them. The residue from the deodorant seemed to have a sticking effect that could only be loosened by the green apple shampoo in my shower. An situation indeed.
A good thought but ultimately unsuccessful. That is how I was my beard, so I attempted that with my jungle pits, but it seemed to have no effect on them. The residue from the deodorant seemed to have a sticking effect that could only be loosened by the green apple shampoo in my shower. An situation indeed.
Don't see this as an anti-gun post, I know that's a touchy subject to some, it's not that.
But weapon advancement scares the living crap out of me. Even the simplest of guns throw projectiles faster then a human ever should have. The speed of sound you'd expect to be in the hands of some kind of deity, not any given person with enough money.
And it's only going to get more saturated, more advanced/complicated (more difficult to avoid) and more powerful. While the people using it- and their motives for using it, remain the same. And the scary thing is that common people can only sit and watch as those giants grow. More powerful and capable, but yet as smart/wise as in our sword swinging days.
It keeps me up at night sometimes. It feels like a ticking time bomb.
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