The only thing you should be worried about is this question I'm about to ask you: Who wants a taco?
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Maybe it's because I was sick today, but my confusion between a couple coworkers came out as racist, apparently. I'm at my desk, there's a little cabinet behind me and slightly off to the right. I turn to my left and see a pair of shoes attached to some legs out of the corner of my eye, but that's it. Now, in my mind the only person who could be sitting there was the same coworker who always sits there. I turn back to my desk, then turn around fully a minute later: It's not the coworker I thought. I must have looked really confused because they looked at me weird. I said I mixed up the coworker behind me with the other one (who was sitting a bit further away). It was like when you don't put your keys in the same spot just one time, and you completely forget where you put them. I'm also a bit slow... Now, they may have been kidding with me when I told them why I got really confused, but I got the feeling they seriously thought I was being racist. I hate it when people even joke about that kind of thing with me. It's not really funny. They're both awesome, and I like them; but, I will feel pretty bad if getting mixed up made that impression....
Someone once told me things would be better now. Someone lied.
Raised off-the-grid in the remote Oregon wilderness, artist Gypsie Raliegh takes inspiration from anxiety, death, and heartbreak and combines darkness with whimsy in her comics to explore loneliness as a way of life. Source
Still not sure what to do with these Amazon gift cards I got for my birthday. Nice gloves for the winter, or Miyazaki movies? Hardest decision ever.
I would rather have been a terrible storm, a great wave to crush a coastline, a rampaging tornado, or a furious volcano.
At this point, I'm willing to go for an experimental procedure to fix my back. Like Wade Wilson, I've hit "fuck it." As long as the suit's not green.
I wish I could get amnesia, disappear, and end up somewhere no one knows me.
Guess Russia had to step up its dirtbag game. Not sure I'll ever understand the reason behind being shitty people for the sake of being shitty. Being known as the largest country containing the largest concentration of dirtbags just to remain relevant on the world stage really doesn't make you a worthwhile enterprise. Would do the world a huge favour if you'd just stop.
As the people begged for salvation, their gods remained silent, for none had a capacity for empathy.
As the world had made an enemy of him, he knew he must become an enemy of the world.
This is probably an asshole thing to ask; however, it's required since everyone seems surprised by recent events: When you build your city below, at, or near sea level, how do you not suspect something could go wrong? From my days in catholic school, I sort of remember a parable about a guy who built his house by a river. It didn't end well for him. Fairly certain the story behind that metaphor was pretty well-established knowledge back then. What's interesting is no one has started blaming the city planners for failing to do enough to mitigate the effects of this eventuality. Though not nearly on the scale of Fukishima, I recall the plant designers being blamed immediately for discounting the possibility of a massive earthquake causing a massive tsunami, because, you know, that happens all the time in Japan... Yeah... Negligence is the real tragedy.
To clarify: The reason I decided to reference something I'm pretty sure was in the bible somewhere is because that particular region has a high concentration of bible thumpers. The fact they'll take leviticus literally, yet are too stupid to interpret the parable I referenced highlights my above final point.
Quandary: Buy some new furniture or buy a new forge and anvil... Damn you, decisions!
Weather, if you could not do the whole downpour while sunny thing, that'd be great.
I haven't slept well since two nights during my junior year of high school. It's been twelve years of pain since, and of the things I've forgotten, those two nights are still with me. Would be nice to have those happen again.
Has anyone else ever noticed in horror movies and shows when the good guy walks into their house and a window is open they clearly didn't open earlier all they do is close it with a look of, "That's weird, I don't remember opening that window." Bitch! It's your damn house! If you didn't open the window, something else damn did! At least pretend you know something is wrong.
https://www.vessel.com/videos/XYHRBnGWG This is how I imagine people in LA get jobs.
Whoever started that stupid, fucking "doggo" thing needs to be punched in the face. With rebar. Just pulled from a forge.
I would like to point out if Putin is ecstatic to work with you as President of the US, it's not a compliment. It means you're so retarded he could take over your country because it looks like a good deal to you.
As I drove into work mostly still asleep, I had a sudden, horrifying sensation I left my light saber at home. The awake half of my brain took a minute to process how ridiculous the notion was I: Have a real light saber; would need said light saber for work. Sleeping only two-three hours a night is not a good way to live.
I love pine cones. Stepping on them sounds like the crushing of my enemies' bones.
Will I always be the unlucky one?
Will I always lose every game?
Will I always be the low roll?
Will I always be last?
Will I always be the one who doesn't get a second look?
Will I always be the one life decided to leave behind?
Will I only ever see everyone else succeed?
What did I do wrong to deserve a life like this?
This sounds like a good song for a funeral.