Let’s
Get down to
Business
To defeat the Huns. D
Q (interstitial)
id they send me daughters, when I
Asked for sons?
tag urself I’m Asked for sons? Asked for sons? Asked for sons?
Let’s
Get down to
Business
To defeat the Huns. D
Q (interstitial)
id they send me daughters, when I
Asked for sons?
tag urself I’m Asked for sons? Asked for sons? Asked for sons?
do I speak french? absolutely not. have I been planning out a book with 3 French speaking characters (all different dialects — yes, I do hate myself, thanks for asking) for the better part of a year anyway? absolutely, yessir.
well, ok. I’ve had a chance to test my theory. my mother just asked how I was doing, and I didn’t cry, but I’m pretty sure I gave her a supremely dead-eyed look when I said “fine”
idek if I’d count it as one anyway, actually. it’s less “one more reason” and more just. a situation which has enabled/normalized my pre existing defensiveness when people stand too close etc.
I get so much pleasure from passive-aggressively using [sic] when quoting classmates in online discussions. like, yes, I just called you out for 3 separate typos in one post, what of it
I’m sorry, you say you got this pie server... at a “pampered chef party” at your friends house back when you lived in MD? as in. pampered chef. the cookware brand? hosted by your friend? a party. a normal house party. except it’s sponsored. by a cookware brand??
I get it if you’re like. a soup kitchen and need to open a gajillion cans in an afternoon, I respect that, no one wants hand cramps. but they’re like??? a common household appliance??? why
happy... *checks notes* superball 55 or whatever?? anyway it’s a good excuse to bake a chocolate cake (with stitches drawn in white frosting on the top, of course)