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Toothaches are the absolute worst sigh
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I bet they are, I still haven't really had one myself yet, I should be glad for that, but who knows how long that could last.Toothaches are the absolute worst sigh
I would've been fine as I was, minus Berenstain (I knew the truth). It's hard to describe that euphoric view I miss.What if you woke up tomorrow and found that 9/11 never happened, the Simpsons have been consistently good since the 90s, people aren't trying to cram politics into everything, the economy is doing well, and "Berenstain" really is spelled "Berenstein?"
Did you mean to say "I would've been fine as I was then?"I wouldn't been fine as I was
Yes, that's what I meant.Did you mean to say "I would've been fine as I was then?"
I've heard older Americans say the last "good decade" was the 1970s, and each decade after has been progressively worse.Yes, that's what I meant.
That's about right, but I think the 80's are at least a good second best.I've heard older Americans say the last "good decade" was the 1970s, and each decade after has been progressively worse.
That's about right, but I think the 80's are at least a good second best.
You should kill them and burn the house down.This house is being sold. A contractor came over yesterday to assess the property in terms of how much work needs to be done. I asked my sister to please mop the kitchen floor. I had to vacuum, something I have been trying to do for days but didn't have the time for. I asked her to vacuum and it never got done.
So she does this half assed job and argues with her boyfriend (who isn't supposed to be here because he stole from me) the whole time. This grown ass man doesn't even know how to use a broom and just walks away telling her to finish up.
Today the floor is all sticky again. I woke up this morning to a clogged toilet, a clogged sink, a dirty pot full of rice residue and a dog whose bladder was about to burst.
These are grown ass people. My sister is in her 30s and her boyfriend is in his 40s. Grown ass people.
Not a day goes by without some awful mess just left where it was made and me getting yelled at for having the audacity to ask that you please clean it up.
Have fun ruining whatever hovel you end up in. Because you ain't coming with me. I'm done.
Went to an eye exam today, turns out I'm fine but when they checked the inside of my eyes, they're having me come back for more tests to make sure I'm not developing glaucoma so I've been feeling a little down about that. I was told there's an 85% chance I'm OK, so there's hope.