trustwaves
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Tell me how you relax!
I'm always in a state of stress / anxiety and can never relax.
Xxx
I'm always in a state of stress / anxiety and can never relax.
Xxx
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I get the hell away from people...
Just soaking up anything NOT people related mostly...
I get the hell away from people, since people are usually the ultimate root cause of whatever's stressing me enough to create a need for relaxation. [Insert something arrogant-sounding about monkeys throwing their poo at each other and you have my conception of what society boils down to]. Because sometimes, when you're getting poo thrown at you from all directions, you just need to get away.
...The monkey spit out, wiped his mouth, pooped in his hand, and his aim was dead on... It hit my dad right in the chest... It was gross, but also so Karmic that even as a child I thought it was a great day!!! : )
I'm always in a state of stress / anxiety and can never relax.
Oh yes, I LOVE sleep. And most of the time I sleep pretty well. Sleep if probably one of the things I most look forward to.In the end on a regular basis I simply settle for about seven hours of interrupted sleep.
Only problem is, lately, when I do wake up, I start worrying again before I even get out of bed.
Hurts your back doing it that way I usually just sit in the driving seat and rest my head on the steering wheel (kisses and nuzzles are essential of course). Sometimes snuggling on the outside is nice too though.Like this?
Sadly I have seen the monkey poo throwing in action... My dad used to chew tobacco and we were at Fort Worth zoo with family (one of the calmer days of my life) and my dad gave this monkey his tobacco...
The monkey spit out, wiped his mouth, pooped in his hand, and his aim was dead on... It hit my dad right in the chest... It was gross, but also so Karmic that even as a child I thought it was a great day!!! : )
Your father sounds quite advanced for rural Texas..
I'm reminded of a well-known British tourist who foolishly chose to relieve himself on the Alamo.