Of course you're allowed an opinion, Mysteria. My response was simply that--a response. A suggestion that perhaps it would be easiest to just change your landing page.
Not meant to deny or dismiss your opinion or suggestion (this is the Improvements thread, yes?), just meant to help solve your problem in the interim between something being done or not being done based on your opinion/suggestion.
Oh, and I was trying to help you, so sending me a rather imperious PM demanding a public apology for my suggested solution to your issue with your timeline was both confusing and inappropriate, in my view. I am not going to apologise for some imagined sin.
No...especially since I'm still technically recovering from shattering my left humerus and trashing my left shoulder in late 2015, I'm mostly thinking about getting him finished off as quickly as possible so I can get my weight the fuck off my shoulder.
That'd be a "Oh, Hell no!" for me, too.
Probably my home range, with just me and my sights and the target. I can spend hours shooting, and because it requires Zen-like focus, all of my worries just fall away whilst I'm working on improving my skills.
My water garden in my front yard would be my second happy place, love messing about with the plantings and the waterfall.
Not the accent itself...the man attached to the accent. The accent serves to enhance the attraction.
That said, it's odd, being multilingual--I hear an accent and switch to the speaker's language, if I'm able to do so. Just as with anywhere else, French has numerous regional accents, and an otherwise charming man from Bretagne (Brittany)...whew.
Usually a day off...not always, but generally that's how my work schedule falls.
I posted earlier--about two and a half years ago--in this thread. Nothing much has changed.
Still love flying, even those 14 hour flights (or whatever it is...as mentioned before, I tend to fall asleep immediately after pushback from the gate) to NZ, but I swear the TSA staffers become denser with each pass through. Same for U.S. Customs.
SecretSpice, if you truly need something to help you sleep on a flight (as opposed to a sedative, something like a benzodiazapine like Xanax or Valium, to help calm you down), ask your doctor for a hyper-short acting sedative/hypnotic sleep aid like Sonata (zaleplon), which you would take just before take off (well, depending on the length of your flight--your doctor could look at your itinerary and figure out when your should take the dose).
Dust my neck and cleavage with Victoria's Secret Shimmer Powder.
I know that I've made this suggestion before, not sure if it has been implemented. It would be lovely if we could receive some kind of notification via Lush PM's when a friend's account is deactivated or deleted. Sorting through my friends list right now and am covered in cobwebs. Not quite as covered as last time, but still--it's a bit of a pain to have to go to each profile to verify that a friend one hasn't seen or talked with in a while is still a valid account holder.
Thank you in advance for your time and consideration, Gav.
He knows who he is. As does anyone who looks at my profile.
I don't drink much, but I do like Drambuie, neat. A double single-malt Islay on the rocks will tempt me as well.
As for beer, again, not much of a drinker...I'll take a good, Northwest pear or blackberry cider over any kind of beer any day, although Pyramid Brewery's Apricot Ale as well as their Hefeweizen will also tempt me something terrible.
WTF? I've never known a woman to go actively looking for sex (or anything else) with a married man. Now, men, married or otherwise, pursuing married women....that's a thing.
So my answer is a definite "no" on the "sex with a married man" front, and a "fuck if I know" on the where to find them (to paraphrase your question) front.
Mmm...my toddy was perfect, barkeep. I know that most toddy recipes call for just boiling water, lemon, and liquor, but mine (sans Mike's special garnish) is made exactly the way my nanny used to make it for me, when I was little.
Don't know why you poured all that boiling water on the stockroom door. You know that Mike is married and I have a dearly beloved s/o...those moans of pleasure you heard emanating from the stockroom itself were surely just imagined... *batting eyes innocently*
See: Avatar (yes, that's me)
*setting the tin of Murchie's tea/toddy mix and a bottle of Maker's Mark on the bar* Okay, Bill. Super simple. Boil water. Add one scoop of the mix from the tin to each mug. Add a healthy shot of Maker's Mark to each mug, on top of the mix. Add boiling water, stir, garnish with a cinnamon stick.
Leave a little room in mine, now, for my special garnish courtesy of Mike...and since Tanya's gone missing with a Starbucks barista, and I'm feeling charitable, I'll go ahead and help Mike out with his arduous task.
Mmm. Now I want a hot toddy, with Maker's Mark and Murchie's tea/toddy mix...dammit. Ooohh, maybe Mike could make me a Hot 'N Dirty Toddy?
Not intentionally, no. Unintentionally? Yes.
Things I can't take credit for: my complexion, my "startling" hazelish-green eyes and my height.
Things I can take credit for: the ability to remain relentlessly polite and relentlessly cheerful in the face of verbal abuse from the most unpleasant, upset, angry people; being multilingual (French/English/Spanish, plus passable Portuguese and a smattering of other languages). Being well-read, I suppose.
