Okay, maybe it can be…. sometimes.
See, apparently when an attractive woman bites her lower lip, it does something interesting to the pubic region of whomever deemed her worthy of the “attractive” part of her description. And there is a certain type of woman who will use that – and likely anything else that has been shown to have the same effect on people’s groins – to her advantage, and chomp down when she’s sure a potential (“bedroom companion” shall we say?) is looking her way.
But nobody realizes: there are some people for whom lip biting is actually a serious (psychological? emotional? physiological?) problem. Akin to a nervous tic or twitch, some people find it difficult to refrain from biting their lip(s) – if they’re aware they’re even doing it at the time.
I know, I myself have a pretty thick scar across the inside of my bottom lip from where I bit a hole in my lip as a child. Okay, on that particular occasion my lip was vaguely numb due to a recent dentist appointment – but I often unconsciously chew strips of skin off my lip, make it bleed, leave semi-permanent indentations in it… all without realizing I’m doing it. Until someone else notices and tells me to stop.
So yes, someone nibbling their lip may look sexy; it may push the buttons that send tingles to your fun-time parts – but for some of us, it’s just a frustrating, irritating, unconscious habit.
I remember the first time I met you in person.
The whamm of your aura as you bounced out of the car. The helloooo in your beautiful, full-bodied, powerful, sing-song voice that I love so dearly, that resonates within my very soul. The HUG – oh the glorious deliciousness of that first hug! I remember thinking to myself ‘wow people actually still hug?’ before surrendering to the wonderful enveloping warmth of you.
My anam cara, my soul friend, my spirit kin….
You fit me like a jigsaw fits the missing piece – we dance in rhythm to the same beat, our flow synching and warping time around our own little bubble of a world…
I love you.
As much as I prefer Windows OS to Mac OS, this 8.1 update is pissing me off.
Not really me personally, but my partner. Something about the Windows 8.1 update makes his game client (League of Legends) not work. Now if that wasn’t irritating enough, because the stupid godsdamn technology automatically applies the update, he “has to” reset the computer to factory settings every week or so to get the OS back to Windows 8
Which means that every week or so, I have to re-download Chrome (because there’s no way in hell I’m using crappy IE), re-setup Chrome (thank the gods the program saves my bookmarks & settings), and have to move all my files off the computer before he does the rest – and then move them back onto the computer after he’s done. So so so sooooo thankful I bought an external HDD about a year ago
Not very long, but pretty summed up.
Today I was asked how I deal with emotional overload (due to a particular subject/issue) – and I answered with what I’ve been trying to do more of, namely: write or draw or paint.
This goes for ANY sort of emotional distress, or even an overload of ‘good’ emotions.
Yesterday was a pretty bad day for me, at least physically.
I woke up at 7am – half an hour before my first alarm was due to go off – with a pain twisting through my gut that screamed “get to the toilet”… Which I did, promptly throwing up the previous night’s dinner. Flush toilet, rinse mouth, crawl back to bed.
Alarm #1 goes off at 7.30am, with my self-written message popping up, telling me to ‘get up!’ … I turn it off and roll over.
Alarm #2 with the slightly more aggressive message of ‘really, GET UP!!!’ Goes off at 7.45am – which just goes to show how well I know myself, that I set not one but TWO alarms for weekday mornings.
So I get out of bed, tummy groaning in a complaint of now-emptiness and general nausea – to see my 7 year old daughter already awake, dressed and ready to go, watching her before-school tv shows.
My motivation level twitches up an inch or so, inspired by her responsible action.