No, I mean I got a mental picture of like some poor woman sitting in bed with mascara all under eyes, and beer cans littering the end table, but not good beer... so that mental image changed my mind. So it wasn't the actual having a drink, it was the thought of taking numerous drinks to bed with me.
"It is not length of life, but depth of life." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Have you ever tried IM? You can send boobs safely to one person at a time.
Oh no, they're just on my tumblr. I dont care about them being there, but i like to keep my tumblr and it's plethora of inane images separate from twitter where i have real life, work and university contacts.
IM is used when ACTUAL naughty pics get sent <3
Terrible things happen to good people every day.
Consequentially, I am not one of the good people. I am one of the terrible things..
I also learnt a good analogy: the conscious and the unconscious are like two friends, the conscious is very loud and superficial but without much to say, and the unconscious is very intelligent and knowledgeable, but is kept quiet by the conscious. If we can keep the conscious side busy, then the unconscious can come out of his shell and speak.
Even the lowest whisper can be heard—over armies—when it's telling the truth.
Just when things couldn't get any worse, painful zit on left nostril.
I got my smile from the sunshine,
I got my tears from the rain.
I learned to dance when I saw a tiger prance,
And a peacock taught me to be vain.
A little owl in a tree so high,
He taught me how to wink my eye.
I learned to bill and coo from a turtledove,
And a grizzly bear taught me how to hug.
But the guy that lived two caves from me,
He taught me how to love.