Why does MM enable bliss? Is it for their own amusement? Please say it is.
So who is going to tell me what thefuck this even means?
She's an old TIPer with a long history of idiocy who took up with MM after she got tired of us. It's always the same, lame ass story of bad decision making, short sighted stupidity, I'm all grown up now/you don't know my lyfe declarations, and all around asshattery.
Some people on MM like to pat her on the head and tell her everything will be alright and that she's doing great. Yeahno.
Today she was over there mooing about how she did everything right, went to college, got a degree and it's just mean and cruel that bad things happen to her anyway.
LOL. I do love them. They are very sweet, even though they're also assholes.
Poor Fatty. The last two nights, the weather has threatened thunderstorms (although they never materialized). He can feel the barometric pressure drop, and it terrifies him. Last night, he opened the laundry closet and hid by the dryer. Tonight, he hid under the bed and later in the bathroom. He is SO PATHETIC when it storms.
Major project that boss needs completed by the time she comes in (yes, she works Saturdays so I am not the only one alone in my misery).
I would've worked straight through the afternoon/early evening, but my cousin graduated from law school and his parents threw him a little dinner party thing I couldn't (and wouldn't) skip.
So now I am paying the price. Working. With a smallish sangria buzz
Post by basilosaurus on May 26, 2012 0:34:37 GMT -5
I'm sorta here. Just woke up from a nap, not sure of evening plans. I pre-emptively canceled plans b/c I'm old and will be asleep again by 10.
Minor things that H does that bother me: he wears dailies. Those fuckers end up on every surface imaginable. Plus, they're like twice the cost of mine, but will mr priss learn to use regular contacts that require cleaning? Nope. So, dailies it is.
He had perfect vision until just a couple years ago, and even now he can get by without anything if he has to, so he'll just take those things out when he feels like it. Also, unworn packets of dailies show up everywhere. Pockets, counters, the car, fucking everywhere.
Anyone feel like playing a rousing game of insignificant stuff my SO does that makes me want to punch him the throat?
He's been watching 80 minute YouTube videos covering the world chess championship on his computer, with no headphones, while I'm trying to read, for the past like two weeks. And trying to engage me in his personal commentary about the finer points of each game, as if I remotely know what the fuck he's even talking about.
"Not gonna lie; I kind of keep expecting you to post one day that you threw down on someone who clearly had no idea that today was NOT THEIR DAY." ~dontcallmeshirley
Minor things that H does that bother me: he wears dailies. Those fuckers end up on every surface imaginable. Plus, they're like twice the cost of mine, but will mr priss learn to use regular contacts that require cleaning? Nope. So, dailies it is.
He had perfect vision until just a couple years ago, and even now he can get by without anything if he has to, so he'll just take those things out when he feels like it. Also, unworn packets of dailies show up everywhere. Pockets, counters, the car, fucking everywhere.
I may or may not be like your H in this regard, except I HAVE to wear the dailies. My vision is bad enough that I need contacts, plus I'm one of those rare lucky people who gets ocular ulcers (yes, people ULCERS...in my fucking EYES) when I wear extended wear contacts, or really any contacts OTHER than dailies. Multiple optometrists finally told me I had to switch full time to dailies or run the risk of actually going blind. It sucks.
But, yeah, they're super light, so I'll forget I have them in, fall asleep, wake up in the middle of the night, and then yank them out half asleep. So they end up on the nightstand, on the floor next to the bed, etc. And those packets DO end up everywhere, which kind of sucks.