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Post by wewbwb on Mar 13, 2018 7:29:08 GMT -5
Maybe we can ride together.
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Post by wewbwb on Mar 9, 2018 8:55:04 GMT -5
I'm almost positive that if you are playing this song, speed limits no longer apply. It's a federal thing.
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Post by wewbwb on Mar 1, 2018 16:49:08 GMT -5
Zen of the day: Silence is a source of great strength.
(Actually, I think he meant "The Silence" from Doctor Who - but I could be wrong.)
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Post by wewbwb on Mar 1, 2018 16:46:28 GMT -5
Something a bit obscure from McCartney & Wings.
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Post by wewbwb on Feb 27, 2018 11:45:04 GMT -5
How can you not love the slant six? It can do anything except go through a puddle. I had 1963 valiant with slant six. Its best feature was it was easy to repair which I did frequently. It ate starters and alternators. I had a 70 Dart. It was too flashy for me.
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Post by wewbwb on Feb 27, 2018 10:09:05 GMT -5
jim44444 Let's say you get the barracuda . Only to find it's a slant 6 instead of the 426 dual quad. Do you still love it? I could not love the slant six but would be happy with a 318 4 barrel as long as it is stick shift on the floor. How can you not love the slant six? It can do anything except go through a puddle.
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Post by wewbwb on Feb 27, 2018 6:19:39 GMT -5
jim44444 Let's say you get the barracuda . Only to find it's a slant 6 instead of the 426 dual quad. Do you still love it?
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Post by wewbwb on Feb 26, 2018 17:54:55 GMT -5
I love this painting. It doesn't love me. Do I still love it? My point is: a. - I can make analogies that do not apply (can't have an analogy without anal.) b.- Yes - I can make anything about sex. c.- MY ability to love is not dependent on others. In fact, I'd think that if my love is dependent on if the actions of another person - I'd question if in fact I did love them. This is not to say that I will approve of everything they do (Children for example) or even I "benefit" from the relationship (my sister). This does not stop me from loving them.
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Post by wewbwb on Feb 25, 2018 12:40:41 GMT -5
Sure, courtesy has a place. But, I'd rather someone be a real asshole with me than a fake sweetheart. I have little patience for sticky sweetness that's not genuine. And I don't like sarcasm. It's a passive aggressive way to wave superiority over another, but most people seem to think it's a great character trait. I'm cold and aloof with my husband's ex because I'm not able to be a fake. But I'm the asshole in everyone's eyes, then. She just hides it. Good on her, I guess. I have the texts to show how shit crazy she can get (over trying to coordinate swapping grandkids recently) but shes a charmer, so she "wins." Oh well!! Just be real. I didn't kiss her ass and I feel good about myself. I'm a real asshole. Just saying .
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Post by wewbwb on Feb 21, 2018 10:01:52 GMT -5
wewbwb , you are a terrible person. That’s why I like you. He he he, I'm an asshole with a heart. A black heart but still...
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Post by wewbwb on Feb 20, 2018 8:21:52 GMT -5
So much of life consists of pretending to like situations and people that we really don’t like. Although I don't like people - and situations - and people - I can still have fun in them. As long as I can entertain myself. I create back stories. Like how - at my nephews weddings. The ninjas attacked. Who would die? What would I do? If I trip the first person in a congo line how many would they take with them? If the "chicken dance" justifiable homicide? If I left now and traveled 60 miles and drove 60 MPH - how many songs will it take before the "chicken dance" song get out of my head? It's not about them.
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Post by wewbwb on Feb 20, 2018 8:14:14 GMT -5
Maybe if my husband paid me to NOT have sex with him?? If that's the case - everyone in the world owes me money.
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Post by wewbwb on Feb 15, 2018 16:58:03 GMT -5
"Above all be the heroine/hero of your life not the victim" -Nora Ephron I often find I'm the villein.
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Post by wewbwb on Feb 13, 2018 17:01:28 GMT -5
"What the actual fuck?" -WEWBWB.
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Post by wewbwb on Feb 13, 2018 16:56:47 GMT -5
A few days ago, I saw an attractive man about my age checking out the books in the relationships/self-help section of a bookstore. I believe in reinforcing good behavior when I see it, so I said, “It’s great to see a guy in this section.” We then got into a conversation about his divorce, and also about some work-related things we had in common. He told me his name and said he was on LinkedIn. So later that day, I sent him a friend request for LinkedIn. Haven’t heard back. That’s disappointing, but as I’ve said before - if he’s going to flake out on me, better early than late. At least he wasn't on Grinder.
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