(not a bad advertising slogan for a dry cleaner: "We don't ask, we just get the spots out.")
Takes me to an American Psycho place.
'Origin'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
(not a bad advertising slogan for a dry cleaner: "We don't ask, we just get the spots out.")
Takes me to an American Psycho place.
Watching Sesame Street this morning while I got Matilda dressed I discovered that Outkast had repurposed one of their songs.
So I dedicate Get Up to smonster and Teppy.
This might be the cutest picture ever: James Wilkie Broderick gives Emma Watson a note. [link]
Ryan Reynolds sexiest man alive. I'm willing to go with that for a year.
I have no clear idea how to fake it through today. I'm having a hard time seeing straight.
I have no clear idea how to fake it through today. I'm having a hard time seeing straight.
You can do it!
Wait, would cheerleading help you, or just annoy? Anyway, good luck.
Annoy the fuck out of me, for the record.
I'm going to my car to cry and sleep and just not be around people. Because I literally can't see. There's shit in my field of vision. I couldn't go home if I felt like taking that option.
Annoy the fuck out of me, for the record.
Sorry....
You know, I almost never offer assurances along the lines of "Don't worry, everything will be fine" for those cases where I just don't know that. Maybe some people appreciate such assurances, but... maybe I don't do that because it annoys me when others do it to me. I think I'll stick to not offering such reassurances....
Mandatory charge for plastic bags in unincorporated LA county.
We've had that in DC since January. It's only .05 here though. It's raised a crapload of money. And also, provided unintentional humour as you see people juggling piles of stuff because they don't want to pay for a bag.
Sorry, tommy. I didn't mean to be brusque. But those assurances rate around with "other people have it worse" for me. Yeah, the pain probably won't last forever. Doesn't help right now, though.
Lying down didn't work. My head's too tender to let press against anything. But walking through the lobby did let me realise what it probably is--construction odours. I am going to ask to work from home, because it should ease up if I'm away from it, and I don't think it will if I'm not. So I have to get up the ovaries to ask my boss that when he gets out of his meeting at 10:30. Here goes nothing.
The bouba-kiki effect. I think I can guess the people it doesn't work on.