Anvarie

I'm so hungry

Well, I'm going to assume she knows her husband likes to play, and as long as she doesn't SEE IT, she doesn't mind

I'm gonna punch her in the *** if she doesn't collab with Kevin

So I was at the store earlier today getting some ingredients for the dinner I'm whipping up, and right as I'm pushing my cart up to the seafood/meat aisle I see this pair of very muscular people. The woman, was wearing black leggings and some type of gym top that exposed her very muscular arms and toned torso. Next to her, was a MAN. He had on black shorts that revealed his massive calves, a grey tank top that exposed his voluptuous breasts and jacked arms. He had a buzz cut and a black beard. I tried not to stare too hard because I am a WMW and a muscle man ***** (sue me Nina Bonina voice). Although, to be fair I was also staring at her because she was such a strong looking woman that could probably break me in half. My mind immediately raced with back story for them. They were open, and they sometimes played with guys and girls, but always together. They'd pick someone, probably smaller, and it'd be some type of muscle worship/dom play thing. But let's get back to the story. They were obviously doing some shopping, and I happened to need a chuck roast right next to him. Thus began what I felt was a "linking". As I continued down the store into various aisles I kept running into him at the end of said aisle. As I approached, I would take advantage of the long straight sightline to soak his beautiful physique into my memory. Unfortunately I do need to wear contacts, and I never have those in, but in my somewhat soft vision that applies a Beyoncé-esque filter on everyone, I was immensely enjoying how stacked this man was. Just big broad shoulders, and again I must stress a very ample healthy bosom. After about 5 encounters of this manner ranging from the seasoning aside, to the baking aisle, to the dairy aisle, I eventually found myself tucked away in the corner of this store, the abandoned section, the pharmacy. As I rounded the corner, dejected thinking he must've already gone to checkout, there he appeared. Right next to the Halloween candy, parking his cart, his girlfriend/wife, nowhere to be seen again. Mind you, after the meat/seafood aisle, I would only run into him alone, our eyes locking temporarily, two strangers crossing paths. I paused waiting to see what he was doing, while doing my best to appear innocuous. Then, like something out of a creative writing Reddit thread, he walked towards the bathroom. My heart started beating. Was I in a movie? Was this really happening? Was muscular straight gym trade trying to get me to follow him into the bathroom? I immediately parked my cart by the endcap, and started perusing the closest aisle, luckily it actually had something I needed, potato masher, but that wasn't before I grabbed a box of tissue, nodding my head in an exaggerated matter, like I had finally found this great item that had eluded me. I then, out of anxiety and stress, walked into the next aisle, but continued to dart my eyes to the bathroom, lest he leave early, yet the door remained close. Finally after grabbing an assortment of various cleaning items I didn't really need, I nervously walked towards the bathroom door. Time felt like it slowed down as I approached. This could not be real. What if all the times I saw him look at me in our past encounters were in my head? What if it truly was chance we kept following each other around the store? But what if… what if he had noticed me ogling at him like kid in a candy store? I like to think of myself as discreet and not obvious person, but I can't imagine I conceal my emotions well when I see a creatine packed snack walking around. Nonetheless, I got to the door, and my head was filled with the fear that people would know what I was doing. That they'd know some desperate homosexual (I'm bi they/them blue haired girl standing up to person being bullied in scripted reality tv show voice) was trying to cruise in the bathroom. But as fate would have it, this was not in the cards. My outreached hand retracted, as I saw the red "occupied" picture appear near the handle. A single occupant bathroom. My delusional fantasies went up in flames. I would never be able to see what was on the other side of the door. In my head I had envisioned it…. A wavering fluorescent lighted bathroom, somewhat dim due to the age of the bulb, casting a dull green/yellow pallor on the tiled walls of the quaint bathroom. A two urinals setup, with a divider between them, and a stall sectioned off in the corner. A plain porcelain white sink, a metal gray faucet, and a tall square mirror. Of course there'd be an overflowing trash can in the corner right next to the door. I imagine I would've stepped in, heart beating out of my chest as adrenaline pumped through my veins, and he would be standing there. Perhaps having just peed, lumbering towards the sink. Or maybe, he was would just be waiting, knowing that my desperate self would follow him inside. From there, I would awkwardly look away, as my breath would be held, waiting for him to initiate, and make the first move to guide me into his flesh. But, that nsfw work fantasy is not reality. There was no confrontation, no Fantasy ft. ODB, just the embarrassment of having almost attempted to follow someone into an occupied bathroom. Part of me wonders, "why didn't he leave it unlocked so I could help in a room in which there are no others?", the rational side of me answers back, "because he's straight and just needed to use the bathroom you weirdo!". Either way, I pivoted back to the cleaning aisle and tried to pretend like I was shopping while waiting to use the bathroom. After a minute or two, I walked back to my cart at near the endcap, and his was gone. I unfortunately didn't get to make more awkward eye contact, and I never saw him or his gf/wife again. So what do y'all think? Was he sending signs and didn't realize he locked the door out of habit? Or am I just a lustful trollop that should be shamed?

So my Spotify to Lastfm scrobbles were not being tracked from July 25th up until Sept 11. Is there anything I can do to try to add these manually if needed back into my Lastfm account? Please

Taylor's too intelligent to be caught in that situation

I expected something really bad regarding the employee but there wasn't anything egregious towards him. It's more so shocking how she was dancing, the state of undress, and her deciding to post it online.

You skipped the biggest stunt, dumping Jay Z and leaning into her Irreplaceable, Green Light, Single Ladies bag with a fine YT muscular man on her arms

Neither Start Over or Best Bridge I Never Had are the worst songs on 4 although they are in the bottom 5. That spot is actually reserved for I Was Here a sonical snore with a hallmark movie lyrical composition

You're attractive I'm sure you do fine irl

My deluxe package arrived and it's GOREGOUS. 100% worth the money from the photos alone! The booklet is basically a work of (generative) art. I kinda wish I had a place to store the discs, like a box or display case

I used to search her name on twitter and drag anyone making shady or rude comments. It was kind of fun, just something to pass the time

I miss Vespertine, Tswizzle, Coolada, Lambo, and Element