I don’t mind the idea of sleeping in one of these pods, I agree they seem cozy enough if constructed well.
I mind not having space away from other people entirely for at least some of the day. Even a small room that is my own that other people can’t just barge into or the like.
I love dandelion salad! It’s a lovely green!
I’d rather be at the location so I don’t miss the thing, than to have even the possibility of being late.
Which are delicious! One of my favorite style rolls!
Born back then so no idea of the future probably? Fire was invented like a million years before or around that, so I’m probably cooking food. I like cooking the food. Dying during childbirth??
Single digits. I love being bundled up. The less people look upon my decaying meat husk the better.
Also I like scarves a lot!! I want to wear them now, but it’s insanely hot to me!
Now I want a club sandwich for lunch but don’t have the fixings at all!
I have those, and I still go braless.
The sweating is preferable to the bra, but I have issues with any clothing that’s restrictive and well. Fucking hate bras.
What I currently do, as because of health I sleep two shifts
Wake up slicked with sweat, drag my decaying meat husk out of bed. Dry off. Use bathroom, talk to a cat who loves affection… when you’re in the bathroom. If it’s near dawn, go outside and water the plants. Come inside, wait for husband to wake up. Eat lunch, plan dinner.
Go back to sleep.
Sibling gets home, I’m either awake or will be woken up. Make dinner. Spend time with husband, go back to sleep.
Domestic shorthair is the equivalent of mutt or so I was told! Coat color is its own thing. So I have a domestic shorthair that’s piebald, my mother has a domestic shorthair that has a tortie coat.
I speak for all NJ and say “sure fuck it let’s go ny” and then I get into the concerns of “who is now in control of the port authority”
We have a lot of fucking idiots though
I normally waited to grocery shop until needing a fair deal so I’m going down every aisle anyway (mostly) so look at stuff.
I don’t do the groceries anymore except make lists, so all my meandering is only at the Asian market because that’s a planned trip once a monthish.
People recognize my husband (visual disability) and my twin (distinct dress style) around and it makes me so fucking uncomfortable when they do. Especially now here in the us. Please don’t remember us. Forget us and leave us alone. But they act like I’m an asshole for being super uncomfortable with people just fucking coming up and being all “oh you’re from x place!” cause also just because they recognize someone doesn’t mean you comment on that?? I was taught that was rude as fuck?? You also don’t know us at all???
I’d find it hilarious…as long as a package thief didn’t find it. If the thief turned out to be that cat though, I’m back to finding it hilarious.
I’ve seen too many chick tracts to get tricked by this one! Oh god I’ve seen too many chick tracts.
Known him? About 20 ish years maybe closer to 25. I met him playing tabletop rpgs. Boyfriend at the time dumped me, he asked me out a bit after that. It’s been almost 20 years now.
This is only from my perspective having one dated one like 25 years ago
A HUGE majority of fire stations here are volunteer. Paid firefighters are extremely rare. But it’s a physically demanding job so volunteers are rare. It’s also a very important job. So it attracts a certain type of person that thrive on that mentality of, “I’m doing a hugely important job, for free, look at me” sort of thing.
Most are good people but a lot make it their entire personality.
The ex I had loved to complain about these guys.
He was one of those guys lmfao
We also have a lot of Irish Americans??
A buckwheat pillow, perhaps? They’re neat!
I want dresses, and I don’t care if they clip through literally everything!
I gained 3 gb on my phone recently by transferring all them to my desktop and I was unsurprisingly how many photos of the kitties I had