Pushing Ice might be cool. His other stuff is so hit or miss for me.
don’t keep sweatin’ what I do 'cause I’m gonna be just fine
Pushing Ice might be cool. His other stuff is so hit or miss for me.
Meh, call me when it’s pink slime and the Statue of Liberty starts a-walkin’.
I smell everything. Dog’s noggin, the insides of books, my morning cup of tea. Everything gets a healthy whiff.
When I’m in the shower, I purse my lips and blow directly against the water coming down because it makes a nice sound.
When I’m reading, I rub the edges of the page I’m currently on super tightly between my thumb and index finger because I like the sound and the feeling. I also rub the tops of my nails when I’m wearing nail polish for the same reason.
Shropshire Blue!
Dude, retirement is where it’s at. I retired early and it’s amazing. It took sacrifices (modest home, aggressively paying off mortgage, no fancy cars) but it’s so worth it. Most people don’t take good enough care of themselves and by the time they retire they no longer have their health. :(
You’re probably underestimating how much hard work it really is to live off the land.
We’re pretty distant. I’m older but only by 17 months. I love my sister and wish her well but I don’t trust her enough to be close with her. Our mother really did a number on us and I have to be very careful what I tell her, because I don’t have any faith she won’t share it with our mom. And it’s a shame because if we could talk honestly I think we’d have a lot to commiserate on. As it stands we trade texts very occasionally, mostly focused on nostalgia for some TV show or game we played as kids. Never anything more personal than that. It’s usually months between texts.
Her dog died and I wanted to send a sympathy text, but my mother asked me not to because she wasn’t supposed to tell anyone the dog died… well then why on earth did you tell me!!!
We are two women in our forties still goosestepping around a difficult mom who I strongly suspect is borderline, and because of the way she treated us growing up, our sibling relationship basically became collateral damage.