ooh. and massuers - we need backrubs while we vent. My shoulders are killing me from too much computing all day long.

Honey, I'll always be your girlfriend. Rent-free! Seriously... googletalk? Skype? You want to rant? I'll listen.

aw Taz, you're all great rolled into a cover of superduper, but I'm more whining about my own bad habit of living like this;

1) never discuss personal life with co-worker (the fact that I currently don't have any doesn't make a difference except I don't have to hear them whine about their weekends)
2) never have real-life girlfriends nearby, so you can go for those at least twice a week coffe-catchups and just talk about whatever which means...
3) the guy-friends that I do surround myself with are more quick beer and a laugh so not much heart-to-hearty there. Also meeting more seldom you don't want to ruin all the fun every time.
4) being extremly private, actually, even though I might seem open as hell - keeping things that really trouble me to myself instead of venting to anyone. Done that all my life, carefully pruned by my mom to do so. She does the exact same. As if sharing makes you vunerable.
5) this means rarerly sharing anything at all, for fear of exposing "weakness".

I really gotta turn that all around. Bad habits all of it!

oooh i know of what you speak, dabitch, many hugs to you!

Where do I turn in my application for the masseur position?

Yep, I get you. I'm very much the same way... especially the isolation, especially now (after moving). Where are our teleporters, damn it?!

Oh Yeah! Lets all teleport to somewhere warmer where they serve cold drinks, take our tops off* and have danostuporstar fix my shoulders!

* don't get exited, I couldn't find my black bra this morning and just grabbed the bikinitop from the pile. Didn't actually notice until later that it was my bikinitop rather than a frilly bra. Maybe I'm subconciously just pining for summer?

I could go somewhere warmer where they serve cold drinks... or somewhere colder where they serve hot drinks. Basically, I just want a drink. And a massage. And a bouquet of giggles. And bikini tops. Or tall fuzzy hats. I'm flexible.

ooh! update: I'm having a drink. Husband brought. Good husband.

*toasts dabitch in her bikini top*

Can I come too? I want to be supportive and listen and get a massage and a drink...

i would prefer somewhere with a swim-up bar, but I could definitely use the supportive girl boozing.

Oh, yeah - it's looking like a party up in here!

Woo hoo. I'll bring earplugs so ya'll won't think I'm listenin' in.

Good hubby! I just stole my SO's really nice organic handmade beer from his stash of two in the fridge (I think we were supposed to save those for a nice dinner but to hell with it.)

*hands dano the scented warming oils*

Everyone can come by the way. Right now I'm in our imaginary swimup pool-bar surrounded by treasure key's pink sand, getting the most awesome backrub EVAH from superstar backrub man danostupostar and drinking Bahama mama's.

omg, they just served chocolate dipped and/or fried finger foods that make you skinnier the more you eat too! Gimme a tray of that!

If they have chocolate covered cheetos I'm there!

and kamikazes. yum!

*warms hands, puts on posing pouch*

keeping things that really trouble me to myself instead of venting to anyone. Done that all my life, carefully pruned by my mom to do so ... As if sharing makes you vunerable.

Well, my experience is that it does make you vulnerable. If you make yourself vulnerable, sooner or later some fuck will take advantage of that and give you a swift kick in the teeth. Not popular theory I know, but that's been my experience.