13511 pts ยท May 10, 2017
I love to make things. I wish I would let myself do it more often.
Honestly, I've had pea milk and it's one of the better of the non-milk milks.
It's honestly pretty fun being ethnically ambiguous. Black folks think I'm half black. Latino people think I'm Latina. White people get confused and try to find ways to ask my ethnicity without sounding super racist. But I have always been charmed that when people are wondering "what" I am, they assume it's some flavor of whatever they are.
Also without the ball. We laugh at our cat.
I mean, as nice as it is to be told something romantic or corny, the fact is that pugs are huge.
Did he offer you some ketamine?
Yikes. I mean I too read The Gate to Women's Country but I never thought it was a primer.
When I was a manager (for technical writers; I know this dynamic doesn't work everywhere), as long as my folks got their work done or communicated that it was going to be late or that they needed help, I never cared about sick or holiday time. Not least because it was barely offered where we were -- as a result, I was always flexible about flex time. If you weren't doing a good job, that was its own issue, but if you had to be out for days, I'd just reassign your work.
Your Waffles and Sassy Pants look like my tortie and tuxtortico! (I wonder if we can add more pre/suffixes to those...)
What I find amazing is this is the second time I've heard that.
I had a teddy bear I accidentally left at a hotel when we were moving. We were an hour away from the hotel when I realized he was gone, but I assumed my parents wouldn't want to go back for him, so I didn't say anything. He was my favorite bear and no other bear has ever been close to as right and perfect.
My own little princess is the rare tortie who invites and ACCEPTS belly rubs. Enthusiastically. She is an M&M: shy candy outside, soft loving chocolate inside.
In gifted school one year we were given disassembled egg cubers. Our task was to assemble them without instructions and see if we could work out what they were. We were about 9 at the time. Most of us managed to assemble them at least partway, but nobody figured out what they were and we were all a bit puzzled when we found out. Goes to show they really didn't know what to do with us, I guess.
Or The Third Man. First thing I think of when you say noir.
Must be all those gay guys hiding under the bed or jumping out from around corners.
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I was surprised that the kiddo was very careful and thoughtful. Either someone taught them about kitties or they're just very, very gentle.
Now I don't wanna brag, I don't wanna boast, but I gotta tell you, I LIKE TOAST.
My grandpa had half a hand. His little finger and parts of his ring and middle finger were smashed by a piece of factory equipment when he was a young man. As a little girl, I didn't think about it much. I knew other people didn't have it, but it was my grandpa's and it was neat. I remember I'd look at the stubs and play with them. Your family is just your family -- birthmarks, scars, all are just part of who they are. We should consider trying to feel that way about everyone.
Mood.
I didn't eat them as a kid, despite us having no money. I didn't like the stickiness and I wasn't very fond of peanut butter. I'm learning, though, and my tastes are changing.
Every time I think they can't creep me out more...
Or a leg of mutton. I was pretty sure the visual reference was a leg of mutton, but the citation above makes sense, too.
I'd never even heard of it until I saw a zombie deer. In Austin, as it happens. I was absolutely terrified and needed to know what that was and if it would devour everything I love.
That's amazing. I don't want to "like" it but I... appreciate it.
*ahem*BEAGLE!!!
We also don't know if that toilet had waste in it that got flushed. That sprays particles of waste water into the air, contaminating the whole surface.You'd probably be perfectly safe to eat it, but I'd throw it out. Cursing and crying.
One of the most terrifying things, but necessary. I'm so proud of you.
Happened to me at another FAANG a couple years ago. Shifted to the public sector. More security, much, MUCH lower salary, but a pension. And I'm less likely to get laid off for being past 40. I'm the young'un in my office.
I've seen what that shit does to deer. I saw a deer like that at a pond near a friend's apartment. One of the most surreal and unnerving things I've seen alive. Out of a horror movie. Shit ain't right.
Honestly, I've had pea milk and it's one of the better of the non-milk milks.
It's honestly pretty fun being ethnically ambiguous. Black folks think I'm half black. Latino people think I'm Latina. White people get confused and try to find ways to ask my ethnicity without sounding super racist. But I have always been charmed that when people are wondering "what" I am, they assume it's some flavor of whatever they are.
Also without the ball. We laugh at our cat.
I mean, as nice as it is to be told something romantic or corny, the fact is that pugs are huge.
Did he offer you some ketamine?
Yikes. I mean I too read The Gate to Women's Country but I never thought it was a primer.
When I was a manager (for technical writers; I know this dynamic doesn't work everywhere), as long as my folks got their work done or communicated that it was going to be late or that they needed help, I never cared about sick or holiday time. Not least because it was barely offered where we were -- as a result, I was always flexible about flex time. If you weren't doing a good job, that was its own issue, but if you had to be out for days, I'd just reassign your work.
Your Waffles and Sassy Pants look like my tortie and tuxtortico! (I wonder if we can add more pre/suffixes to those...)
What I find amazing is this is the second time I've heard that.
I had a teddy bear I accidentally left at a hotel when we were moving. We were an hour away from the hotel when I realized he was gone, but I assumed my parents wouldn't want to go back for him, so I didn't say anything. He was my favorite bear and no other bear has ever been close to as right and perfect.
My own little princess is the rare tortie who invites and ACCEPTS belly rubs. Enthusiastically. She is an M&M: shy candy outside, soft loving chocolate inside.
In gifted school one year we were given disassembled egg cubers. Our task was to assemble them without instructions and see if we could work out what they were. We were about 9 at the time. Most of us managed to assemble them at least partway, but nobody figured out what they were and we were all a bit puzzled when we found out. Goes to show they really didn't know what to do with us, I guess.
Or The Third Man. First thing I think of when you say noir.
Must be all those gay guys hiding under the bed or jumping out from around corners.
https://media2.giphy.com/media/v1.Y2lkPWE1NzM3M2U1dGt6Yno4a2dvb3FhM2hibzg5MWdwY3Rtd2x6cjV5Mms4NndtMXhycCZlcD12MV9naWZzX3NlYXJjaCZjdD1n/1lk1IcVgqPLkA/200w.webp
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I was surprised that the kiddo was very careful and thoughtful. Either someone taught them about kitties or they're just very, very gentle.
Now I don't wanna brag, I don't wanna boast, but I gotta tell you, I LIKE TOAST.
My grandpa had half a hand. His little finger and parts of his ring and middle finger were smashed by a piece of factory equipment when he was a young man. As a little girl, I didn't think about it much. I knew other people didn't have it, but it was my grandpa's and it was neat. I remember I'd look at the stubs and play with them. Your family is just your family -- birthmarks, scars, all are just part of who they are. We should consider trying to feel that way about everyone.
Mood.
I didn't eat them as a kid, despite us having no money. I didn't like the stickiness and I wasn't very fond of peanut butter. I'm learning, though, and my tastes are changing.
Every time I think they can't creep me out more...
Or a leg of mutton. I was pretty sure the visual reference was a leg of mutton, but the citation above makes sense, too.
I'd never even heard of it until I saw a zombie deer. In Austin, as it happens. I was absolutely terrified and needed to know what that was and if it would devour everything I love.
That's amazing. I don't want to "like" it but I... appreciate it.
*ahem*
BEAGLE!!!
We also don't know if that toilet had waste in it that got flushed. That sprays particles of waste water into the air, contaminating the whole surface.
You'd probably be perfectly safe to eat it, but I'd throw it out. Cursing and crying.
One of the most terrifying things, but necessary. I'm so proud of you.
Happened to me at another FAANG a couple years ago. Shifted to the public sector. More security, much, MUCH lower salary, but a pension. And I'm less likely to get laid off for being past 40. I'm the young'un in my office.
I've seen what that shit does to deer. I saw a deer like that at a pond near a friend's apartment. One of the most surreal and unnerving things I've seen alive. Out of a horror movie. Shit ain't right.