I took a long nap today and had a dream where there were two dogs. A big white fluffy dog and an equally big dark brown or black dog sitting next to each other. I walked towards them. The white dog sat there and just watched me. The dark dog jumped on me and knocked me over, licking me. I knew it was playing and just wanted love but it scared me. I tried yelling "no" when it jumped on me. I tried yelling for help when I was knocked over and couldn't get away, but I could barely get words out. It scared me so much I could feel my heart pounding. I knew it was a dream so I forced myself to wake up and get out of there. I'm not normally scared of dogs in real life. I'm trying to google what the dream means but the answers aren't specific enough to answer what it means when the dog was playing but I was still scared. It wasn't growling or biting, but "aggressive dog" is the closest result I'm getting.
midterm reaaally makes me sick
Thoughts of a guy who went from "absolute beginner" into having kinky sex in a few month: Things have gotten kinda weird since we established a safeword...for example, she doesn't want me to do anal, yet things get worked up and since she didn't say the safeword, I still do it, then she asks me to continue because according to her, she likes it if I go, as she said, "wild" on her and "abuse" her. I mean, yeah, hardcore sex is fun and all, but it's utmost questionable once the point at which "no means yes" is reached. Also we're into pet play, and it's fun to hear her purr like a cat while cumming, but, dear god, the implications of the whole "animal"-theme kinda make me uncomfortable. Another interesting thing is: While I'm horny, her cum tastes really good, but afterwards I realize that it actually tastes hardly defineable, mostly like urine - google it, the stuff's mostly made up from it - yet slightly better, I guess... (I'd would almost be sad if this doesn't end up on r/Ihavesex)
I did a bedtime routine yoga routine and let out the loudest, bubbliest, stinkiest fart. I just had to sit there for a minute saying "oh lawd. Oh LAWD". I'm really glad I don't go to yoga classes or workout in public. Seriously the smell lingered for like 10 minutes.
At my first job, I used to open up and get the office ready for the others who came in. When I got this responsibility I would show up earlier than needed so I could masturbate in the office of the property manager and the assistant manager using some of their stuff too. Whenever I would renovate an apartment room alone I would also masturbate in each place. Other times when I was going to be at work alone or with only the girls I would wear tighter thinner pants or my pants with hole, no underwear, and a cock ring so that way my permanent hard dick was always visible.
i have no motivation and spirit ugh. yesterday i told my mom if i have a test on monday later and that lesson is a lesson which ive been stressing about. but she didnt understand me and said to me "iTs becAuSe yOu dOnT tRy HaRd blablabla". im sad. i thought i'll be motivated when i told her or maybe she could just cheer me up or what but the truth is not
I need something to calm my nerves right now. I used to smoke or cut myself during times like this but I don't wanna go down that path again.
Neither me nor cats like onions😂
I'm surprised to say this, but I enjoy working at Walmart more than a call center. With the call center, it made my anxiety and depression spike. There was too much pressure to sell products and keep your handle time low. But if customers won't take what I'm pitching and they won't get off the phone, that's not my fault. Plus the entitled, angry douchebags made me not want to come back in the next day. I was miserable, I thought it was my fault for not having the money to go to a doctor for medicine or therapy. But since I've been out of there, my anxiety and depression hasn't spiked. I also thought my period was making my anxiety and depression worse, but I've had my period while working at Wal-Mart and my mood barely changed. I love the Walmart I work at. The atmosphere is very relaxed for a Walmart, the customers are nice, the managers and co-workers are nice. The one downside to working there is my feet are killing me. Once I get some better work shoes and maybe Dr Scholls inserts, hopefully it won't hurt so much. But I'd much rather have achey, callused feet than a mini mental breakdown every couple of months. I know that when the holidays and Black Friday get here, I'm probably going to stress then. But by then, I'll have 7 or 8 months experience and advice from coworkers on how to get through it. I just want to do well there and maybe turn it into a career one day.
Remember Lonely Island's "I Just Had Sex" song? Well, I'm still waiting to sing with them. FML.