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what the breast are you talkin' about?

no just kidding, I think I know what you're talking about. you could always just keep her on a long leash, so to speak, and see how long she says good things about you.

I don't want to see you getting in a shitty situation.

what sort of photos do like taken of yourself.

I've started being creative, though it's not quite the step I was thinking. but it's something I've wanted to do. my dogs...

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I asked Jen for a blowjob today, but she said no.

boredom?

well no it started out that she called Hubbard up to move a pallet, Hubbard was trying to get Jen to give him 5 bucks for moving the pallet. she wasn't going for that, so I suggested that he ask her for a BJ. I figured that way Hubbbard is more likely to get the 5 bucks...

I'll try asking her again tomorrow. maybe I should add that it wouldn't take too long.

youre not alone, I do know what you feel. i have felt that before too.

i wish i could tell you that there was one magical way of overcoming that fear--of falling in love, of letting people get close to you, the risk of getting hurt. i just knew that if I didn't try to let people in I would never overcome the fear. so i just kept pushing myself to let people get close. and at first i got hurt alot, but over time I learned how to read people. I can usually figure out who's nice, and who's bad news. I can these days anyways.
like i said it's no easy solution.

its like with trust. with all trust there's is risk, the risk of that trust being broken. but that doesn't mean you shouldn't trust at all, b/c without it there are no friends. risk is part of it.

don't let your fear, fear you. if you get hurt, thats why you have friends. let your friends in and pick you up, and brush you off, and get you back in the game.

i doubt this really answered your question, but this is stuff I've figured out over time.

you better not be, I'll kill you if you're going to leave me alone in the shithole--no I don't mean the city of Worcester. though that too is a shitnole.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again, I really need a t-shirt that says, "GFY!"

I miss not seeing you at work. and don't let that get out

I went driving the immigrant truck today, or the rolling insult as I like to think of it, and I had to fillout the driving log. there's a section where you have to fill in the reason for driving the vehicle, so instead of writing a one or two word reason, like lumber yard, I wrote a three line rant.

i had a long day.

blah

Okay, let's see if I can explain this simply.

Shelley

is

NOT

a

Lesbian.

I swear David looked like Rob Zombie in that makeup...

see i knew that without you explaining it.

you know how I knew?

b/c I have powers beyond that of any ordinary human.

among my arsenal of superpowers: during times of extreme boredom my body has the ability to go into a state of being, where my mind will shut down and divert all resources to keeping the blood circulating thereby eliminating the threat of my limbs falling off.

what does this mean?
well basically that during a staff meeting I can slump down in my chair, my head will fall back, and I can get a hard-on.

you needed that bit of information, didn't you.

Marge :I wish there was just some hole I could crawl into.
German security at Itchy and Scratchy land: Okay, throw her in the hole.

You could thorw Val in a hole, acutally she'd probably manage to fall in by herself.

have fun on your date,

well yes that was me. that was my response to your Carlos-fairy call.

Homer: "No this is nothing like Milhouse's parents. Now if you need me I'll be staying with Milhouse's Dad."