TFP Confessional

No, not ALL bad. My dad was a chemical engineer and metallurgist. He's a very smart man but he is fairly clueless about human beings. He understood my mom, I guess that is what mattered most.

 

I was nosing around a pawn shop the other day. One of the girls (young enough to be my daughter, maybe granddaughter with the right math) working there had a perfect ass (and she was otherwise very attractive) and she was wearing pants to show it. I made it a point to stay behind her as much as possible, hopefully without being obvious. And I've learned the difference between what I call a Gentlemans Look and staring.
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I've heard that Michelle Kwan entered a competition wearing short skirt and a thong. If it was filmed, I've yet to find any footage.
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During the first twenty-two years or so of our nearly 27 year marriage, my wife & I sexually did just about everything a man & woman can do, short of involving another person/other people. I would be thrilled if she surprised me with sexting. It's not going to happen from either of us because of her job, can't risk one of the kids getting ahold of her phone.

 

Two parter for today:
1. I love watching curling.
2. If the US or Canada are competing I always root for them.
If it's women's curling , and neither the US or Canada are involved then I root for the side with the hottest women.

Bad, I know. That's why this is in confessional.

 

I need to kill my crush for a former co-worker who could come back as a contractor soon. It's gotten out of hand. Bad enough that I friended him on facebook and talk to him occasionally. Thank god I've kept it non-personal. I know better than this. It's a ridiculous situation that goes back years. We used to stalk each other on our lunch breaks at work and he used to stand a little too close to me in the breakroom. He once showed up outside my house. I didn't know how to react so I went back inside and he left. We've never talked about that incident. We've also run into each other at the movie theater before...a few times but never spoken. We're both taken. I managed to stop talking to him for almost a year but started again through facebook when his name came up at work. I seem to lack the self control to stop talking to him. Very disappointed in myself. My boyfriend knows none of this.

 

I've never before been more tempted to commit felony kidnapping across state lines in my entire life... though it's not a crime if the victim goes willingly, right?

 

I use sarcasm as a coping mechanism. It's usually pointed and usually doesn't make any sense.

I'm terrible at taking things in stride sometimes. Trying to improve that, in general.

 

I am a sadistic therapist at times. I enjoy telling my clients that I can't fix them, and pausing....



Then telling them that it's because they're not broken, after the existential crisis begins. I'm an awesome therapist, per my results, though so I guess it's effective.

 

I know there are a lot of things I should be doing around the house but I just don't want to.
There are people who have offered to help but I don't want to call and bother them.
I'm glad it's raining because that means I have an excuse not to get on my bike and leave the house.
I hate being trapped in the house but I hate leaving it even more.
Knowing that you're dealing with depression is one thing.
Getting past it is another.

 

My worst trait that only comes out if someone hits below the belt is my incredibly sharp tongue. I will slice and dice until all that is left is bloody shreds.
I do warn the one person that still won't fight fairly to stop hitting below the belt. Inevitably once they start, they won't stop and I stoop down and finish it. I'm not at all proud of this ability but I exercised it a few days ago. It's terribly disconcerting after all these years and so much effort that things can go to hell in a matter of minutes.

 

It's not like you didn't warn them @Fangirl.
People know that if they tough the hot stove they will get burned.
Some people just can't resist touching it to see what will happen.


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the/them
too late its been quoted

 

That is kind of you, @redravin.
I still wish I could be a better person and just walk away. Sometimes I mean that in a big picture way, too.

 

To quote an Alaskan singer with an unfortunate grill, "I'm sensitive and I'd like to stay that way."

 

That sensitive Alaskan gal is now an honorary Texan. She's quite a rare gem, we're glad to have her.

 

My current girlfriend was the most attractive and physically fit woman at the recent party I went to and it totally made me feel all... well... like this.

Pride'd.

 

When I was little I wanted to be able to run around with no shirt on just like a man. I remember doing so in first grade with my two best friends at the time, twin boys that lived next door, in my back yard. My mom poked her head out the window to yell at me and tell me to put my shirt back on. From that moment on, my innocence was lost.

 

I remember being in my parents' van with my friend at a park while my brother was playing baseball. My friend taught me how to flash people my boobies. I lost my innocence when I was 5.

Is it ironic that I was wearing a Michael Jackson Thriller tshirt? I vividly remember that detail.

 

The reason why I am looking for a new job in a bigger city is because I no longer want to live in a small city where I am isolated from my peers and my only social interaction come from disgruntled unhappy coworkers and the elderly.