It is entirely unwise, and completely unacceptable to hit the hand that slaps you.
There might be a few issues around here lately. Happens every year
The complete lack of exercise in my life isn't helping much. As he put it, "What did you expect would happen when you got your body all addicted to those lovely endorphins and then took them away?" All I can say is that being unable to breathe puts a real damper on downward dog and activities which increase one's rate of respiration.
It's never going to snow again. Uh huh, really--never going to see that glorious stuff again. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, to be sure.
Sometimes I think that, if he wanted to live with a happy-go-lucky-ray-of-fucking-sunshine, he should have married one.
*Nods wisely again*
In a complete contradiction of Murphy's Law, he did not read the last post. I may begin to go mad with uncensored power quite soon.
I am once again on the search for writing topics, so....Hint hint. Surely someone has something...? Questions, ideas, arguments, disagreements, agreements, theoretical philosophical concepts...Anything...?
And just because I'm pretty sure this is what a certain slave who shall remain unnamed, (ahem) looked like after hitting the hand that slapped her...