...And whether there's a market for cosmetic injuries. Could be a career in that.....
There is no room for suicidal thoughts on a bike...... There's too many homicidal cagers to worry about! Seriously tho, I haven't been to a therapist in a few years now. Still have to see the psychiatrist to keep my meds in line, but no therapists. And why does my new apartment smell like an elderly couple died of old age while having sex in here?! I've been trying to figure out this smell for 2 weeks, and this is the best description I can come up with. It's not overpowering, but it's there.Scottie J
Definitely better when someone who takes meds for psychosis stays on there meds. I had a roommate once who attacked me for failing to wash a few things that another roommate had left in the kitchen sink. He saw a psychiatrist once a week. I think his next visit he divulged his freakout and moved out a few days later, most likely on the advise of the shrink.
The smell in your apartment is probably due to fat-slap sex. I'm not talking standard run-of-the-mill fat slapping, I'm talking industrial hanging flesh slappin'. Probably has permeated the carpet and walls. There may be grounds for you to get out of your lease if the smell remains. Creepish visual, don't think I would sleep well. Well good luck with that Scottie.
2. People who WANT tattoos and can't AFFORD them and end up with some really REALLY horrible ink preformed by a "hack". (I myself am guilty of 2 offenses in this catagory)
Ok, Scottie - we wanna know... are you guilty of the former or the latter? Did you end up with horrible ink, or were you the "hack" applying it? Or perhaps one of each?