How did anyone recognize him?? I would have totally denied that! Trudeau lost me after “people-kind” anyway.
What do they say, when your urine smells like pure sugar it’s time to get tested for diabetes, again. I’ve been tested like three times. Maybe my pee is just supposed to smell like candy. My dad was an insulin diabetic. And even though studies repeatedly say diabetes is not necessarily hereditary doctors still test me for diabetes every time I see them. So masterful was dad and his insulin pump he remained a wine and whisky drinker until the day he died. Even back in the day when he injected himself old school with a needle.
Does anyone care about Stairway To Heaven, anymore? Must be a slow news day.
Natalia, update. Ugh. Fluorescent lights. I hate photographing my art.
I fail to understand why so much money is invested in a man’s erection but not a dime towards a woman’s desire for sex. As if all I want from a man is his erection. Gross.
Today, however, I saw a guy I would date and jump into bed in a heartbeat. He works at my bank. Never seen him there before but I guess I’ll find reason to visit my bank more often. Him I’d love to date. Well groomed. Well dressed. Employed. BUT NO instead I attract complete morons like this guy...
And 300 pound stalkers in hunter camouflage driving murder trucks with tinted windows. And guys who don’t post any photos because blind dates are fun. And guys who use extreme POV close up of their erect dicks because that’s the reasonable way to attract women.
Just a nice normal guy who bathes, who’s employed, will actually take me out on dates, and likes cats and dogs. Seriously? It’s this hard?
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