Everything is uncomfortable, nothing makes sense, relearning who I am and I kind of hate it a little bit. UPDATE: new fun twist, all of reality is actually hell
I have decided that since I am teetering on the precipice of being the primary caregiver for my oblivious/willfully ignorant?/maladjusted-bordering-on-psychopathic father, now is a great time to unironically become active on Twitter again.
Hello.
@SheRatesDogs I just got a call from an unknown number and I couldn't understand the dude so I made him repeat himself three times and he was like "I think I have the wrong number" and then I said "Okay" and just hung up. Then he immediately texted me.
The response of "that sucks" is equivalent with "lol" and "k" to me. I hate it. What a minimally committal reply, and presumably to a story that I am feeling strong emotions over. I would rather you NOT RESPOND AT ALL over a response that makes me feel like you don't care.
Am I a bad person for being surprised when I find out annoying people have spouses? Does it help my case that once I get past the surprise, I think "good for them"? Maybe this is one of those things I should wonder to myself and not to Twitter.
Nothing screams "look how great I think I am" than someone attempting to perform someone else's work better and basically rehashing it, doing it poorly or just straight-up making it nearly unrecognizable.
Okay, if you're going to cover a song, you damn well better be elevating it. If it's already a great song, you are probably making a mistake. If it's a mediocre song, under no uncertain terms should your rendition also be mediocre.
There was about a week where Waze told me I would arrive at my destination, "Redmond, Western Australia." Now I miss it every day. The closest I've ever been to traveling down under.
What the goddamn hell happened where suddenly everyone is typing "isle" when they mean aisle? I've been trying to ignore it BUT OBVIOUSLY I CAN'T ANYMORE. Spell check doesn't catch it because isle is a thing but YOU PEOPLE ARE NOT SHOPPING ON YOUR ADORABLE PRIVATE ISLAND, OKAY?
Can someone explain how I managed to get a bug bite when I work in a secure clean facility that is supposed to prevent pathogens from even getting inside