By the way, anyone who tries to argue that the plane would never take off will be banned in a completely overreactionary manner. Just sayin.
You mean like this? NSFW http://bannedfromyoutube.com/watch_video.php?v=b827e0b6e837472 Or this? NSFW http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xj1es5_sapphire-running-on-the-treadmill_sexy
I honestly can't tell if I just agreed to go on a date with a guy I knew in college, or if we're just hanging out as pals. I hate it when that happens.
If you wake up in a ditch with no inkling of what happened other than the salty taste in your mouth, then rest assured it was a date. At least he will have thought so.
The funniest thing about that airplane-treadmill debate is that it's literally a thought problem given to intro to physics students. It's expected that the clever students will figure it out on the first go, and the rest of the class will go "ohhh yeah, I see" when given the explanation. The thought that anyone would be so stupid (or hold enough degrees in fine arts) as to hold their ground in the face of some of the simplest physics concepts in existence was never entertained.
Last day in New Zealand before I fly back to Aus tomorrow and sitting here flicking through channels on tv while my cousin is out before we go to the driving range. Just quietly the chicks in womens billiards are a whole lot hotter than you would expect. I think I need to work on my game some. Spoiler Spoiler Spoiler
My husband is getting on my nerves. He went and had drinks with his pretentious brother and always comes home tipsy, annoying, and spouting off crap that he doesn't really understand and is boring drivel anyway. Tonight it was something about the nuclear power reactors and the use of plutonium in the US vs. the rest of the world.
I just accidentaly knocked myself on m yass wwith generic allergy medicine. I was out cold for three hours, except for the minute my roommate saw and asked if I should go to the hospital because it was that obvious I had passed out without wanting to, and then I couln't get off the floor. This is the worst. I think I would've rather just kept sneezing. I had big, productive plans for day but I failed at every single one of them. Except for dinner. My dinner was great.
Hey, I was on your side. About like knowing shit....and stuff. I wish I had this reaction to allergy medicine. It would be even better than Ambien.
Ugghh, he just doesn't stop. It's Tuesday night, he went out for beers at 5, he just poured another glass of wine at 10, he was bitching about how tired he was all day, and I stopped responding to him about 2 hours ago. WHEN WILL HE JUST GO TO BED? I suck as a wife, but all I want is some peace and quiet. Is that so wrong? (and before you guys think that I am too much of a bitch, yes, he usually does go to be by 10 most nights. He is one of those strange morning people and I love my late nights alone. It works for us)