Responding or not responding on their own don’t give you the upper hand. Making decisions based on what you think will give you the upper hand certainly takes it away from you though.
When walking by the CVS candy aisle, it took me longer than it should’ve to convince myself that no, I should not buy a bag of Reese’s pumpkins for myself.
If I knew what nights I were going to get laid, I’d present everything perfectly polished on a satin pillow with candles lit around my apartment and Marvin Gaye on the stereo. Unfortunately, definitively deciding that something is going to happen is not a luxury I am afforded. Until then: trim, scrub, squirt of cologne under sack and maybe a little bathroom helicoptering to air it out a little just before the (perfectly respectable) show.
This definitely isn’t an all-encompassing rule, but it’s easy to pick out the people to which it actually applies. Girls dressed to the nines in neon with fresh makeup, dudes investing way too much in the aesthetics of their workout attire coupled with a bicep ipod holder/headband combo. I would prefer no one see me run, but I’m not going to stare at a wall for a half hour while running in place.
“I will not be blackmailed by some ineffectual, privileged, effete, soft-penis’d debutante. You want to start a street fight with me bring it on, but you will be surprised at how ugly it gets. You don’t even know my real name. I’m the fucking lizard king.”
Really well written. I’ve been on a bit of a health kick this summer, and the Friends subheading really hit close to home. One of my roommates falls under the innocuous friend category, and not being able to go out drinking has definitely been one of the more noticeable struggles. Keep up the good work!
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Responding or not responding on their own don’t give you the upper hand. Making decisions based on what you think will give you the upper hand certainly takes it away from you though.
When walking by the CVS candy aisle, it took me longer than it should’ve to convince myself that no, I should not buy a bag of Reese’s pumpkins for myself.
I prayed for a distraction from the Chicken Bacon Ranch Dominoes pizza I crushed last night after happy hour. This was not what I had in mind.
The cognitive dissonance is strong with this one
I’m not on trial here
If I knew what nights I were going to get laid, I’d present everything perfectly polished on a satin pillow with candles lit around my apartment and Marvin Gaye on the stereo. Unfortunately, definitively deciding that something is going to happen is not a luxury I am afforded. Until then: trim, scrub, squirt of cologne under sack and maybe a little bathroom helicoptering to air it out a little just before the (perfectly respectable) show.
Currently in Zurich. The cigs inside movement is on the up and up.
Fuckin’ noooope
This definitely isn’t an all-encompassing rule, but it’s easy to pick out the people to which it actually applies. Girls dressed to the nines in neon with fresh makeup, dudes investing way too much in the aesthetics of their workout attire coupled with a bicep ipod holder/headband combo. I would prefer no one see me run, but I’m not going to stare at a wall for a half hour while running in place.
“I will not be blackmailed by some ineffectual, privileged, effete, soft-penis’d debutante. You want to start a street fight with me bring it on, but you will be surprised at how ugly it gets. You don’t even know my real name. I’m the fucking lizard king.”
What? No this isn’t Stouffer’s! (It is)
The end of that Gonzaga game was bullshit.
Macy read The Art of War.
I love that my older sister got engaged yesterday while Girl is still pining away. I’m having some serious schadenfraude right now.
“Anyone with a lower rating than me is an asshole. Everyone with a higher rating than me is a huge nerd” – everyone probably
4.85
And here I was, anxiously refreshing the column page to see if Duda would post my first attempt at a tasteful Mich snap.
Really well written. I’ve been on a bit of a health kick this summer, and the Friends subheading really hit close to home. One of my roommates falls under the innocuous friend category, and not being able to go out drinking has definitely been one of the more noticeable struggles. Keep up the good work!
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Can someone help out less cultured of us with the phonetic for charcuterie?