Hope you (and all of us paras) feel better soon! We're all lovely and have no reason feeling down! Harumph!

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*soothes Viper*
"actwally some people like my theories on wimmin in olden days"
They (a select few) think I should be in a mansion with servants and doing something more productive like being a kept woman who eats bon-bons and complains about the help.
I will get a stick and hit them in the face if you like?
I friggin *adore* you. How could anyone *not*? They'd have to be stoopid or complete mentalists!
I'm just shitty about replying, especially in this thread. I like to vent my angst here and then walk away from it for a bit. Sort of like a stray dog taking a poo.
Dude, I am right there with you. Hey, maybe you and I are emotional/creative twin buddies at the moment!
(Or at least partly rubbish. EVERYONE can't hate me! )
I was talking with another "very busy person" friend, and my conclusion is that it was down to stress. You push yourself too hard, something's gotta give, and I think with me (and probably you) it comes out as emotional weirdness and paranoia.
(Which, incidentally is NOT helping the bloke sitch. He loves me! He hates me! He wants my babymaker! He's taken out a contract on my life!)
There. Better?
Have a kip. If you can.
Think of how much more awesomeness there would be in the world if we had the time we need and didn't have to haul our awesome arses into jobs every day.
What?! You feeling no better for that?!
I'm crumbling away into nothing.
Ugh, sounds exactly the way I feel. Only instead of doing stuff about it I sit around eating chocolate mousse and listening to Leonard Cohen.
If I'm thinking of the right person, Leonard Cohen is REALLY not going to help. Choco mousse will, tho. When rubbed all over Indiana Jones. See, you put the mousse on him to ward off the Ancient Evil of Choctasia-
Voodoo Lady wrote::lol:
True! And anyway, they must get that all the time. It's just one of the things you have to deal with in May-December relationships. And if she was older than she looked, she was probably complimented. So no harm, no foul!
Obviously my constantly listening to sad music doesn't help a great deal. Must try and listen to more songs of niceness of a morning.
But then I realised it was not in fact the man, merely a magazine cover.
Maybe in the 65 to 78 age range.
Son of Tubbs returns! wrote:I guess its good for shifting stuff young Sam is getting too big for?
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