Originally posted by wtshnnfb01:Be honest: Have you ever stolen another mans woman? The odds would say, that its likely at least 1 person on this site has. Possibly more.
There was this one time I PM'd someone on here cause I thought they were cool and then they turned out to be a girl so I guess I stole her from all of you.
Not much to be honest. In the middle of a job search, so my mind is on that for most of the day. Juggling the responses from companies "Sorry, you're not what we're looking for" or "We'd like to invite you to an interview" or "...". Particularly fond of those who ignore.
Just eaten and now going to put some music on before I watch the football (soccer). Then I plan on watching the election coverage until the sun rises. To conclude my life story, I...
Just read this quote from a book titled "The Name of the Wind" by Patrick Rothfuss (I've not read the whole book, just two little quotes, and here they are)....some of the most beautiful literature I've come across in awhile. Want to pick up the book, now.
"'But there's a better way. You show her she is beautiful. You make mirrors of your eyes, prayers of your hands against her body. It is hard, very hard, but when she truly believes you.... Suddenly the story she tells herself in her own head changes. She transforms. She isn't seen as beautiful. She is beautiful, seen.'"
and
“Go out in the early days of winter, after the first cold snap of the season. Find a pool of water with a sheet of ice across the top, still fresh and new and clear as glass. Near the shore the ice will hold you. Slide out farther. Farther. Eventually you’ll find the place where the surface just barely bears your weight. There you will feel what I felt. The ice splinters under your feet. Look down and you can see the white cracks darting through the ice like mad, elaborate spiderwebs. It is perfectly silent, but you can feel the sudden sharp vibrations through the bottoms of your feet. That is what happened when Denna smiled at me. I don’t mean to imply I felt as if I stood on brittle ice about to give way beneath me. No. I felt like the ice itself, suddenly shattered, with cracks spiraling out from where she had touched my chest.”
