How stressful, java. I hope it's something very very very minor.
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Yeah. I was looking at the ecological map. All kinds of plants will go extinct.
Me, too. Thanks, Hec!
Holy damn, java! Bad toilet! Bad! Sending you lots of toilet~ma.
Yeah. I was looking at the ecological map. All kinds of plants will go extinct.
I've been reduced to the not-especially-productive strategy of (a) nigh-OCD levels of recycling and composting, and (b) otherwise curling up in a tiny fetal ball with my fingers in my ears whimpering, "Nuh uh, no no no."
Timelies all!
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Yay shrift!
A young man asked to use my phone at the bus stop, and then STOLE IT!
Yikes! What a fuckhead!
(I should password-protect my phone, I should...)
And yikes for java! I hope it's easily and cheaply fixed.
Scroll down to see the Dresden Dolls listed as a band that stimulates Christian thought.
Okay then. (Very offensive website, just FYI; banner reads: God Hates Fags!)
I've been reduced to the not-especially-productive strategy of (a) nigh-OCD levels of recycling and composting, and (b) otherwise curling up in a tiny fetal ball with my fingers in my ears whimpering, "Nuh uh, no no no."
They called out places like Tibet and the Himalayas, and my gallows humor said, "there goes the yetis."
All I have left is gallows humor.
People's worst nightmare at holiday parties -- vegans and gluten-free people. [link] The first story had me rolling my eyes forever. People have to eat vegetables that weren't cooked with meat! The party is ruined!
Things that suck: leaking new toilet, phone thief
Zenkitty, I give a lot of things to Goodwill, but these were either heavy or awkward things that I didn't want to try to take there and things that would be hard for Goodwill to sell, like partial boxes of office supplies. The latter when to a good nonprofit.
I've been reduced to the not-especially-productive strategy of (a) nigh-OCD levels of recycling and composting, and (b) otherwise curling up in a tiny fetal ball with my fingers in my ears whimpering, "Nuh uh, no no no."
I've started breathing shallowly.