Just saw Elephant Man at the Music Box Theatre. Incredibly moving film if you haven’t seen it. They’re currently running a film series on David Lynch and that was the first of his films I had ever seen. Planning to see more this week if I can!

The feeling is even better when they let you go because you no longer have a moral obligation to transition anything over to your coworkers. You can just fuck off and not feel bad. This typically highlights all the holes in management when they are ineffective at delegating your tasks and things get dropped. My husband witnessed this happen recently. They let an employee go nearly a year ago, then a client started sending emails wondering what was happening to their project and why there hadn’t been communication.

Tests bar by ordering an old fashioned. Receives old fashioned with muddled cherry/orange and several ice cubes. ಠ_ಠ

It never ever ever stops it never ever gives a fuck

This is a common misconception. Not that I’m trying to get anyone to purchase one, but they are the most affordable electric vehicle on the market. I just bought a Prius last year and it was more expensive than their Tesla. They maybe could have bought a GMC or something, but part of this is that they wanted to be done with constantly fiddling with a shitty car. By saving a bit longer, they have achieved this and I don’t blame them.

I couldn’t have said it better. I feel terrible for my parents right now. They bought a Tesla a few years ago. A good portion of my teen and early adulthood was spent going to the junkyard to get parts or spending hours trying to revive a part we couldn’t replace because we had no other choice. I was so happy when they were finally able to get a new car for the first time in 30 years. It wasn’t what I would buy, but my dad has always been a tech nerd and this was his dream car. Now they’re scared to visit me in the city because someone might scratch a swastika into their car that they’re now embarrassed to drive.

I got in trouble for not singing during rehearsal for our 2nd grade Christmas concert. I remember this because I was definitely singing and it’s the first time I can remember getting in trouble for something I didn’t do and having no power to do anything about it. I actually love singing so much that I ended up singing in any group I could join in highschool and college. Really though, that teacher just didn’t like me very much 🫤

I prefer the one that calls him a pedo. But who knows? I heard he brushes his teeth using milk to rinse. Guess we’ll never know?