I wonder if any medieval peasants stayed awake at night replaying awkward conversations
Just lying there in the dark thinking, “I was weird at the well”
Up until this morning we were led to believe our oil came from O.S and the “fuel crisis” was a result of war.
All of a sudden one of the only two oil refineries in Aus. goes up in a fireball and they’re talking rationing of petrol.
We are being conned and we are getting robbed
There are too many emails. Too many texts. Too many accounts. Too many logins. Too many apps. Too many rewards programs. Too many fundraisers. Too many appointments. Too many virtual meetings. Too many newsletters. Too many forms. Too many social media platforms. My brain hurts.
Let’s face it Australia, they’ve found a way to stop us whinging about the pot holes and they clearly don’t want us driving petrol cars any more.
A bit of transparency from the gov. would be nice.
My washing machine:
"To open the door mid cycle would be to unleash such terrors upon the world that I must forbid it!"
My dishwasher:
"No idea, mate. Fuck it, what's the worst that could happen?"
Men will be like, “women just aren’t good leaders,” and then call their wives 9 times from the grocery store because they can’t find the items on the list *she* made.
But sure, women can’t handle leadership.
@CruisinSoozan Refuse as soon as you go in and if you’re lucky they’ll put it off until next time. I hates it too so only have to do it every second time.
Me: *falling asleep*
My Brain: ok let’s see, do you want me to play a loop of big, scary financial stuff, big, scary medical stuff, or would you prefer I just put you directly into a state of existential dread?