Tags

October 12th, 2019


[info]greyhoundsix
[info]valarnet

[info]greyhoundsix
[info]valarnet

 


[info]greyhoundsix
[info]valarnet
I really should know better than to read the comments on practically any article on Yahoo. I've never seen more horrible comments than on Yahoo. It doesn't matter what the article is about; these people are honestly the worst. They're rude and criticize everything. The worst are any article that is even remotely LGBTQ+ related or Kardashian related.

[info]outsidethewalls
[info]valarnet

[info]outsidethewalls
[info]valarnet

 


[info]outsidethewalls
[info]valarnet
I guess Mom's been deep cleaning where we keep the holiday things, because I just got a package full of some of my old Halloween costumes, minus I guess the more special ones, and the things I made in school. Which means I'm finally old enough, I guess, that their junk has become my junk. Am I supposed to hold on to this? Dispose of it to save Mom and Dad the guilt of doing it themselves? Call my sister and ask if she, also, received her own box of junk, and discuss what to do with it? Do I expect more of this in the future? No one told me about this part of adulthood. I live in an apartment, we don't have room for more of this.

[info]worefishnets
[info]valarnet

[info]worefishnets
[info]valarnet

 


[info]worefishnets
[info]valarnet
I made lunch with the news on than tuned it off to have a nice meal with my daughter.

Meltdown ensues - tears, screaming, pushing the plate away because "I ruined her whole life" by turning off the news.


I feel like my kid is broken.

[info]anancites
[info]valarnet

[info]anancites
[info]valarnet

 


[info]anancites
[info]valarnet
There is nothing more tedious than a board meeting where the board just shout needlessly at one another.

At what point do old white men stop craving the sound of their own voice? I'm considering replacing them all with graduate students, millennials. That would give them the shock of their life.

Hmm, if I purposely try to cause a heart attack and it happens, is that manslaughter?

[info]lady_mableton
[info]valarnet

[info]lady_mableton
[info]valarnet

 


[info]lady_mableton
[info]valarnet
So I thought Mason and I mighta been able to avoid this whackadoodle dream thing but apparently not.

Last night I dreamed that I was twelve - nearly thirteen, which is super important - again and summer vacation had started and my brother and I were being sent off to some tiny town in Oregon to visit a long lost, kind of stinky, definitely grumpy Great Uncle that we totally didn't know that we had.

I got a boyfriend in the dreams, too. Which, uh, okay. Was a bit weird because I don't remember being that boy mad at twelve but whatever. Except he was actually just eight gnomes who tried to propose to me and then they kidnapped me to make me their queen and we had to defeat them with a leaf blower.

Before anyone asks, no I didn't have cheese before bed and I definitely haven't been drinking and my candy consumption was worryingly low for yesterday...
[info]redperilatdawn
[info]valarnet
[info]redperilatdawn
[info]valarnet

 

[info]redperilatdawn
[info]valarnet
I am exceptionally good at breaking things in these dreams.

[info]literalworst
[info]valarnet

[info]literalworst
[info]valarnet

 


[info]literalworst
[info]valarnet
So my dad bit it in my dreams.

Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy.

[info]lovedcompletely
[info]valarnet

[info]lovedcompletely
[info]valarnet

 


[info]lovedcompletely
[info]valarnet
The petri-dish I work in has finally made me succumb to the various illnesses attached to the sticky hands of small kids. I feel like I might be dying.

So, does anyone have any novel ways to get better quickly? I don't want to be sick over Halloween and these kinds of bugs always take it out of me.