neck and neck

the tension is killing me, make a move, bitch

Mine are waning and waxing crescent because it looks like the moon is smiling.

From using this cocoa body butter. Those who've been with me for the long-term of my b.net career might remember that I was still a little overweight (from weight put on due to prozac around 2010/2011) as late as early 2012.

While I've been slim again for a while now, I still have some stretch marks and a little loose skin. It's not too bad, I've sent and received nudes with peeps from b.net, but since I'm a little vain it still bothers me. Thus this body butter. Which is apparently highly recommended for toning skin after pregnancy, lol, so hopefully it thrashes my skin.

Anyway, I smell delicious, and this is coming from a guy without much of a sweet tooth.

who thought that was a good idea after how shit the first one was

I waited years for that and then it wasn't even funny

Do I keep going and become hipster?

See you tomorrow, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

Seriously, the Mods will be warning and banning any non-legendary members who post in this thread.

As for my fellow creatures of legend, welcome to the new digs.

There are many different types. I'm quick to pick up on things, and I wear a good poker face 90% of the time, but I put barely any forethought into anything. I intend things, and my intentions just seem to present themselves to me to be taken advantage of. Couple that with the fact that my subconscious seems to work very efficiently- thoughts and ideas just pop into my head. I guess I mostly work at an instinctive level. Half the time I honestly scare the shit out of myself like a dumbass because I don't know what I'm doing. Sometimes I wish I had a plan instead of just a bunch of loose ideas.

But I'm awful at math, numbers break my brain. And because my personality type is apparently INTP with a smattering of ENTP, my emotional intelligence is something I've had to work on developing, as well as my empathy and sympathy. Though I feel I'm at a decent level with that now.

I don't know, Flood. Tell me how your brain works.

I'm gonna go read my book and eat some chips.

I'm up to the part where our intrepid space philologist meets alien-space-bird-jesus. Exciting times.

ryle came back after he left

who's naughty and nice

Byrne

It's 33 degrees. The sky is black and I'm listening to thunder.

I don't remember moving to the tropics.

Is that there's less coordinating of clothes to do, like, does my jumper/jacket go with my shirt ect ect