I've kind have my taxes done.
I get a stupid 1099-MISC which means I can't free file (it's the only thing that's keeping me from that, I'm resentful). And I'm not sure why I have to file taxes in North Carolina and Vermont because I haven't made any money in North Carolina but anyway I seem to look at it they want me to file in both states. And of course pay for both states. I'm just going to e file the federal and Vermont and find a paper copy for NC and do things that way. I guess.
I don't want anyone talking about my lady parts after I die. Although I did learn a wee bit too much about someone's ladyparts recently but I guess if I'm going to be in that circle I'll be learning more about other people's ladyparts.
I guess if I'm going to be in that circle I'll be learning more about other people's ladyparts.
You don't have to. I know almost nothing about my friends' parts, beyond knowing whether they have factory-original parts or reassignment (and that's just information, not firsthand knowledge).
I have vastly different boundaries than most of my friends, in that I don't want to know about their parts or what they do in bed (or elsewhere). And they probably think that's weird and prudish, but I don't give a crap. My friendship with people stops at their intimate lives, which may sound weird as hell given that we met through a kink group, but it is what it is. I am not partners with anyone but Tim, and his parts are the only parts I care to hear about or know on a personal basis.
(To be clear, I'm not surprised or offended when such talk happens. That would be like a vegan going to a steakhouse and being offended they serve steak. I know what kind of talk I'm likely to encounter, and that's fine. I just try to dodge and go ask my 5K buddy what races we're doing this year, or whatever.)
I don't want to actively know and I'm not seeking it out. It's just when you're across the table from someone and they are having a conversation with the person next to them things are overheard that I didn't really want to know. Or expected a thing that was labelled vanilla and not kinky. But it happened.
It's just when you're across the table from someone and they are having a conversation with the person next to them things are overheard that I didn't really want to know.
Fair enough. Those are the times I realize I need a refill/need to go to the bathroom/find someone I know will talk about their dogs for hours. (Pets, man. They're the great equalizer. You can divert virtually any conversation with "So, do you have any pictures of your dog/cat/heffalump?")
my ladyparts are not magical
Gateway to Narnia, yo.
Pushing aside the fur coats and everything? If there's a lamppost in there, I don't want to know. Though it might work as a reading light.
And then
Dang it, I forgot to turn my desktop crockpot on.
Wow, that IS magical. And so handy!
I love you all and you spicy magical brains!
I'm on a plane!!!!
Wow, that IS magical. And so handy!
If it was magical it would be able to turn itself on as needed.
Deliberately leaving that context ambiguous because it amuses me.
If it was magical it would be able to turn itself on as needed.
Wifi-enabled crockpots that you could turn on remotely would be AWESOME. (I won't always work from home [probably], so I think about these things.)
Daaaaaang. Truly, we live in a golden age.
