TygerLili

Your body should give you a general indication of how much water you need per day. For me, it depends on how active I am during the day, and how much time I am spending out in the sun. On days where I just lay low in the apartment, somewhere between 40-60 oz (5-7 glasses) is usually good. On days I am more active, or days where it is especially hot 60-90 oz (7-10 glasses) is best for me. We've all heard the 8 glasses per day advice, but that's just a general suggestion, and it varies from person to person. If you're not drinking enough water, you'll have symptoms (tired/no energy, dizzy, dry mouth, discomfort urinating, dry eyes, etc) of dehydration. Also, I found out the hard way that you can drink too much water. I woke up one morning feeling really dehydrated, and I overcompensated by drinking like 80 oz of water in 2 hours, and I started throwing it back up. Not fun!

I am feeling like I wish I had just called in sick today like I wanted to. Asshat customers all day, feeling dizzy and nauseous most of the day, and walking out to a flat tire at the end of my shift have made for a crappy day!

Irritable...

I joined yesterday, and haven't really had much time to play around with it. The circles thing is kind of cool, but I don't have enough people on there yet to take full advantage of it.

Tiny, like 10%, chance that I will go if Marie makes it down this weekend, and if the weather is cooler than it was this last weekend. My fiance is still reeling from his bad experience there and doesn't want to go, though, so unless a friend offers to come with me, it probably won't happen.

There are very few "must have" qualities that I require, I tend to be more concerned with deal breakers It's a moot point now, as I am engaged, but any guy that I get involved with must: be intelligent have a sense of humor that meshes with mine be caring and concerned about me know how to be polite and appropriate in different social situations, but be able to let his hair down and be a little goofy when it's just the two of us Understand that I am very independent and sometimes need to go off by myself for a while, and on the flip side, have some friends and interests that don't really include me, so he can amuse himself when I need space Be open minded to learning and experiencing new things Deal Breakers: abusive cheating bigoted unintelligent deceptive/evasive when talking about his past, or what's currently going on in his life closed minded demanding (ask guys I've dated, I become quite insolent when someone tries to put demands on me) bad hygiene hates animals bothered by the fact that I am a vegetarian bothered by the fact that I don't believe in organized religion does drugs hardcore geeks/gamers (That last one may seem harsh or unreasonable, but I've tried it in the past, and it just doesn't work. If his idea of a perfect Saturday or Sunday is spending 2 hours at the game/computer/comic book store, and then spending the rest of the day gaming with his friends, it will be way too hard for me not to go looking for another guy to take me out and spend time with me on those days.)

I feel sorry for her family and friends, as I do for the friends and family of anyone whose life ended before their time, who have to deal with the grief and the aftermath. I am not surprised at all, as it seemed obvious to me that this woman either had a death wish, or simply didn't care about her own life to put her body through that much abuse for such a long time. Her Rehab single, and her general attitude rubbed me wrong from day one, and I've never really understood the hype.

Hate it and hate the humidity more! It gives me headaches and makes me feel dehydrated and irritable all the time. I prefer something temperate between 40-80 degrees, but given the choice between this and snow, I'll gladly take the snow. LOL!

I hate today's weather! If I could fit in my refrigerator I'd go sleep in there.

Crappy. I should have just gone to the doctor this morning when I started feeling ill, and gotten meds then, instead of pushing myself to go to social obligations first. If I had done that, I would be on my second dose of meds by now and most likely wouldn't be feeling as awful as I am right now.

I think some gay people are confused. I've seen gay men who seem to think that they need to act like the sorority sisters in Legally Blonde, and lesbians who seem to think they need to act like lumberjacks in a chain gang. Those are obviously extremes, but both groups annoy me more than I can ever say. It's fine to be different/yourself, but when you are acting a certain way just because it's the 180 of what you think society expects for you, it's no better than conforming. Yes, I know that's not what you meant, and, yes, I agree that it's not confusing to be attracted to members of your own sex instead of the opposite sex.

I would also like to add, while it's great to try to reconnect with your dad, and find out what he's like, it's very hard to establish or strengthen a parent/child bond when you, the child, are an adult. Regardless of what his parenting skills are like, your dad may have no idea how to be a supportive parent to you and may either keep a good distance from you, or try to overstep his boundaries and tell you how to live your life. My dad wasn't completely out of the picture when I was growing up, he technically had custody of me every other weekend, but we never developed a close bond as he was busy with his own life and left me with sitters a lot while he went out, or left me in front of the TV while he had his friends over doing stuff. He rarely, if ever, made and effort to come to any of my school or extracurricular stuff, and he was deceptive about his lifestyle to me. As an adult, we talked on the phone maybe once every 3-4 months, and sometimes went years without seeing each other. Not quite 2 years ago my mom died, and I have since then been trying to be in contact with my dad more, but it's very difficult. He either is too busy when I need someone to talk to, or he criticizes my life choices and the way my mom raised me and tries to tell me how to live my life. My fiance didn't even know his biological dad until he was twenty, and they have, over the last 7 years, experienced a more extreme version of what I described above.

It's not a clothing trend, but I would love to see having pale skin, or even having a light, golden tan from actually being out in the sun, become popular. I am so sick of seeing Jersey Shore wanna-bes with orange, leathery looking skin.

Have you asked your mom why it bothers her so much? Maybe she is afraid your dad is going to try to say things to you to turn you against her, or maybe something happened between your parents that she never told you about when you were a child, or as you said, maybe she is just being over-protective. My fiance went through something similar. His mom and step dad had a fit when he first started to be in contact with his biological dad, to the point that he had to hide all contact with his dad from his mom. Sit her down and ask her what about this makes her so uncomfortable. That said, you are an adult, and it's up to you to decide whether you are comfortable and happy with having your dad in your life. Make sure you reassure your mom that nothing is going to change in your relationship with her, though. Sometimes parents need reassurance, too.

I decided 2 weeks ago to quit screwing around. My new plan has consisted of upping my protein intake and keeping the amounts of fat and carbs I eat balanced with the total amount of food I eat. That's way harder than it sounds as a vegetarian who can't stand chicken or fish. I have pretty much been replacing 1 or 2 meals a day with greek yogurt or cottage cheese. I have also been making an effort to snack on fresh fruit and vegetables, versus stuff like crackers, or bread, or candy, and cooking more things using mostly fresh vegetables and reduced fat dairy products. I have cut down on the amount of salt I cook with or put on my food, using more pepper and other spices available to me. I am forcing myself to drink a 40-60 oz of water per day (I am horrible about water) and limiting soda and juice to once or twice a week. I am eating very little sugar, other that the natural sugar in fresh fruit. Doing this I have lost 7.5 lbs in the last 2 weeks. I do need to figure out what I am going to do for exercise, since I HATE it! On days I work it's not a problem, since I am on my feet 9-10 hours a day running back and forth waiting on people, but on my off days I need to figure something out.

I find it kind of amusing that if you are only interested in people at or above a certain level of physical attractiveness, it's considered bad, shallow, or exclusive, but if you are only interested in people at or above a certain level of intelligence, it isn't. Both are traits are inherent and predetermined, and you can't really, drastically change them. Yeah, you can do things to try to improve both you appearance (make-over, plastic surgery) and your intelligence level (reading, studying) but if you were born with below average intelligence, you're never going to be a genius, just like you're never going to look like an Adonis if you were born to look like a garden gnome. I personally don't think that my preference for guys who are quick-witted is any less, or more, shallow than my preference for guys who are taller than I am.

The other night, my fiance told me that he had just found out that it was illegal to ride a bicycle while drunk. He told me how stupid he thought that law was, reasoning that the only person you could be endangering while riding bike intoxicated is yourself, right? I asked him "What about people who would ride their bike under the influence with their baby strapped in a seat on the back, or what about someone who drunkenly rides their bike into the path of an oncoming car, and that car swerves to miss the person on the bike in the middle of the road and loses control of their vehicle, veers off the road, hits and tree, and injures/kills everyone inside the car?" He said "Oh..." I think the same logic applies to use of drugs. While, in the simplest sense of the concept, a person using drugs is not hurting anyone but themselves, depending on how they react to those drugs, and what they do while under the influence, they could potentially endanger LOTS of innocent people. And most people don't think about those complications. That said, I don't have an issue with adults doing drugs, that they paid for out of pocket, in the privacy of their own homes, or the homes of someone else who is okay with it. I actually kind of think of that as Darwinism at work. I do, however have an issue with people doing drugs in public places, doing drugs and driving a car, or going to work, doing drugs that they paid for with money from government assistance, selling drugs to minors...just to name a few, because they are putting a lot of people at risk. I am not 100% against decriminalizing at least some drugs, but until someone comes up with detailed legislature addressing all the restrictions that we currently have on cigarettes and alcohol and planning to apply them to drugs, I am certainly not for it. Though on the other hand, I do think that there are better things that we could be doing with the majority of the money and manpower that is spent on things like drug raids.

I've only had one serious relationship end, and it was because of a combination of me being inexperienced in relationships, having unrealistic expectations, and listening to some majorly bad advice from my friends, and him not being patient enough to deal with me, and not wanting to put in the time to be in a full time relationship at the time. My current fiance and I were broken up for a while because I didn't want to deal with the long distance thing any longer, but I think we both knew we'd end up getting back together, so I won't really count that.

I don't really techincally credit DGN with introducing me to my fiance, or my ex for that matter, but I guess that's a matter opinion. See many years ago I was working in Lansing and I had never even heard of DGN or City Club. A coworker of mine, who I was on good terms with, but who I never really hung out with outside of work, told me she was driving down to DEMF (this was when DEMF was still free and fun) and asked me if I'd like to come with her. I was bored and thought, sure, I'll check it out. I got to meet her boyfriend, who she had met at City Club, and some of their friends from the Detroit area, and I had a good time. I kind of developed a crush on one of her friends, so I asked if I could come to Detroit again with her. This time we went to City Club, and I met more people, and just kind of felt "at home" in the atmosphere. So I started coming down more regularly. Nothing really happened with my crush, but another friend of my friends' developed a crush on me, and as our mutual friends found out about, because I had pretty much no clue because he was too shy to talk to me other than "hi" and "bye," they started trying to set us up. Through a series of misadventures reminiscent of Ross and Rachel on Friends (yeah, I know, I just dated myself) we finally ended up going out and becoming a couple. We broke up a year later, but remained friends. One night, I really wanted to go to City Club, but I didn't want to go alone, so I asked my ex if I could tag along with him. Things were still a little tense between us, and, to relax, I drank waaaayyy too many tequila shots, so I was majorly drunk already when I got to the club, and then someone bought me another drink. Sparing you all the usual club drama that filled the first half of my night, I was walking away from the bar toward the dance floor, when a guy, who I had locked eyes with earlier in the night, and who I had thought was quite attractive approached me and, with a grin that was both mischievous and sheepish at the same time, said (I was wearing a rather low-cut corset top) "I like your tits!" Had I been sober, I probably would have either kept walking, or smacked him upside the head, but I wasn't sober, and I found that both hilarious and oddly adorable and burst out laughing and said "How original." He said "No, I like your face, too!" and I replied with "Oh, so you stopped staring at my tits long enough to notice my face, why thank you." We started talking and laughing and the rest, as the expression goes, was history. What, you ask, does all of this have to do with DGN? Well, the friend/coworker from Lansing who I originally went to DEMF with, had met her boyfriend though people she knew from City Club. He had moved to the Detroit area and started going to City Club because of friends he had met through DGN. I joined DGN at a much later date, and at the time I met my now fiance, I think I had a total of 3 posts, no PMs, no comments, and no friends that I hadn't met through my friend, her boyfriend, or my ex. So while I can't say that DGN played an active role in me meeting Morbid, I guess one could argue that it was, minimally involved. Would I have met him without DGN existing? It's possible. My friend was still going to City Club before she met her boyfriend, and it's possible I might have gone with her at some point anyway. Morbid was going to City Club before he joined DGN, so we might still have met under different circumstances... What I do credit DGN for: after my fiance (then boyfriend) left for California for a year and a half, I was really lonely and started going to City Club myself, and I started introducing/reintroducing myself to people who I recognized online from DGN. So I can say I probably would not have a lot of the friends I have made in the last 3 years if not for DGN.

Few things in the world annoy me as much as when I get up at 7:30 am for work and find my fiance is still awake and playing video games! This is when I want to unleash all of my rage on him, not just because I am tired and have a massive headache and have no choice but to go work all day while he gets to sleep, but because now I have to listen to that mother f*kin racket all morning while I am trying to wake up. I just want my damn 20 minutes of peace and quiet!

Discouraged...

Morbid and I want to go, but I am not sure if finances are going to allow it. We'll see how the week plays out.

Your hips get wider as you get older, anyway. Shortly after I turned 27, mine got 1-2 in bigger, even though I had lost weight in the last 2 years, not gained it. And, as far as I know, I've never been pregnant. Plus, that doesn't explain all those toothpick women I see in Walmart dragging 4 kids around.

Lazy. I need to do laundry, but I am having trouble working up the motivation.