Did you hear the joke about the wall? It’s hilarious, I’m still trying get over it.
Well... You tried.
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@sylviaphoenix
Did you hear the joke about the wall? It’s hilarious, I’m still trying get over it.
Well... You tried.
angel eyes || tylvia
Tiernan was on another bender. However, tonight he’d kept most of his faculties about him, due to the meeting he had with a possible new client the next morning. Those damn meetings always put a damper on the night before. He’d been the annoying Irish barfly all evening, and as it neared two am he figured it was time to be heading out.
He’d just stood up and turned around when he collided with a woman, a yelp of surprise escaping him. Steadying himself, he scratched nervously at the back of his head. “I, erm. Sorry, lass.” He said, accent thick. “Are you alright?”
Toronto had a great many bars to prowl, and all Sylvia had to do to get drinks was bat her eyes at a guy. Men are so easy, it’s pathetic. However, Sylvia didn’t mind the free drinks one bit, and she also didn’t mind stringing men along. It was a fun way to spend any night of the week, not like she had much else to do anyway.
Having just taken the last sip of her drink, Sylvia moved away from the bar, in search of her next mark, when someone stumbled into her. “Damn it,” she spoke, as she nearly tumbled to the ground, barely stopping herself from falling. “Did you even look to see where you were going?” Sylvia barely looked at the man in front of her, even though she quickly observed his attractiveness. “I’m fine, thank you.”
It really makes my head hurt when I hear people butchering my second and third languages. Like, dude. Work on the pronunciations???
Is that last bit a question, Mr. I’m So Superior? Maybe you should learn how basic English sentences work before ridiculing others.
I’m pretty sure my fiancee is ready to kill me. I keep directing every woman in my family with questions about our wedding (which isn’t even anytime soon) to her. Like, honestly. Don’t they know guys like me are useless when it comes to planning pretty events? I’m there for show and to say “I do.”
Wow. You’re a catch.
On the contrary, a lot of people actually do. Which, is why I’m glad that I decided to share that little anecdote. It opens up a conversation and that’s when progress starts to take place.
You should keep your mental illnesses to yourself, instead of discussing them on a public forum.
I suppose, yes. My apologies, like I said I never like to use this site as an outlet for my rants but sometimes I can’t help myself. I feel as though my hope for posting it is to change at least one person’s thoughts on the matter. If I can change someone’s heart on such a subject then I am more content than I was prior to the post.
Um, okay. Cool? Buddy, no one cares.
Okay, please.
Let me just make something very clear: Just because you like all of your materials laid out neat in front of you does not mean you have OCD. Do not cutely set them up and say, ‘Oh, I’m so OCD!’. That is not an adjective; it is a mental illness. Which, you do not have merely because you like an aesthetic appearance. Thank you.
I do hate using social media to rant, but hearing these phrases just boils my blood!
You done?