She was 25 and you took her, you greedy wanker.
I needed her in my life and you took her from me and the rest of the people who love her.
I hate you.
The cast came off!
Her ankle still hurts a bit, from a month of not being used.
Crutches for a week or so, still but no more cast!
We’re having her birthday party today — finally!
Her birthday was on 9 February, but that was a week after school started and it just didn’t work!.
Don’t kick the baby!!
Rosalie Stanton hits the nail on the head (for me anyway), way better than I ever could hope to do it myself.
Me saying I don’t like Fifty Shades of Grey is NOT an attack on the people who enjoyed the books/movie. I haven’t read the books and have no intention to. You read them and enjoyed them, good for you!
We are all entitled to like different things and people judging other people for liking different things need a slap upside the head.
There will always be things we like that other people don’t. I used to let it get to me. These days, not so much. You like something? Own it. Fuck the judgemental assholes who try to shame you because you like something.
Personally, I have zero interest in Game of Thrones, no matter how much some friends have tried to get me to watch it. I just scroll past when it shows up on my newsfeed on Facebook. Sue me.
Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you know that the book series and recent film Fifty Shades of Grey is an international phenomenon. You also know that it is a highly contentious debate topic, and it’s not hard to see why. On the surface, the argument set forward by both sides is rather simple. Fifty Shades is abuse versus Fifty Shades is fiction. Fifty Shades romanticizes unhealthy relationships versus Fifty Shades allows for escapism. The danger here is not in romanticizing Fifty Shades, or in shaming those who enjoy it, though certainly both things are occurring. Rather, there are at least three—and probably many more—arguments that are occurring simultaneously under the guise of one.
Disclaimer: I have and will not read Fifty Shades. I also have not seen nor plan to see the movie. However, I have discussed the problematic themes with many people, read numerous articles…
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I was looking in my notebook the other day and found a sex scene between Natalia and Damon that I had completely forgotten I had written.
This is NOT that scene.
This is how Damon & Natalia met.
“You keep looking for that perfect flat screen, bro, I need to check on something.”
Without explaining any further, Damon left part-time flatmate Mark in the TV department and headed toward the whiteware. He vaguely heard Mark joke about forgetting to turn the oven off as he made his way past the cooktops part of the store.
He spotted that girl again; the reason he’d left his buddy behind. He didn’t remember seeing her in the store before that day but then he’d been away a while and had only just got back into town ahead of the regional rugby season.
Mark had suddenly decided he needed a bigger TV so they could have a decent PS3 marathon. Damon reckoned the TV at the house was plenty big but he knew better than to argue with Mark. After all it wasn’t like it was his money that was being spent.
Besides he’d be busy with training and the gym and doing what he was paid to do on the paddock every week. So they’d headed to the nearest electronics store where Mark had decided he needed to closely inspect every single TV to find the perfect one. Damon had soon lost interest until he’d turned around and spotted that girl by the fridges.
She’d been with customers then but she was alone now, busying herself straightening labels and piles of flyers. She had shoulder length brown hair that was held back with sparkly hairclips and even the boring store uniform couldn’t hide her figure.
Out of nowhere he’d felt the urge to see her sans the unflattering uniform to witness what he could tell even from the other side of the store were amazing boobs.
He approached her area casually, looking at the displays and glancing at her hands. He noticed she didn’t wear a ring on her left ring finger but he knew that didn’t mean much. He couldn’t explain to himself what it was about her that called to him like that. He just knew that he had to talk to her. Now.
Before she disappeared forever.