“You need to install a keybox.”
Me, two weeks ago: My landlord is finally gonna lose a fight to an absolute hero.
Me yesterday: Honey, let’s head to the post office to get our god damned mail.
“You need to install a keybox.”
Me, two weeks ago: My landlord is finally gonna lose a fight to an absolute hero.
Me yesterday: Honey, let’s head to the post office to get our god damned mail.
How is the cat liking the new roomie sitch? A captive pette-the-catte squad that smells like milk and knows all its favorite scritches and pats forms up every two to three hours day and night and doesn’t troll to the point of needing to be bit or scratched anymore. The cat is living mas.
The first time I got a boss to double my comp at the same job—an exempt computer job with an artificially low base entry-level comp, not like, a real job job normal people can easily get—in less than a year by making hell of demands, I immediately repeated the same trick again on principle, and was on the way to repeating it a third time furious about it when I quit that job
My catte did head butt the bebe this morning, but for now, maximum nope zone
An infinity of DC city councils dead on an infinity of sofas simultaneously standing and looking back at the DC city councils on the sofas behind them, holding smoking guns, and chanting together, “why would the DC city councils do this? why would the DC city councils do this? w–