That Moment...

TMW, in a packed subway train, the man next to you forgot to use deodorant. He wears a black tank-top and decides to lifts his arm and hold onto a pole with your face next to his pits.

 

Are you sure you're not on the subway @big soft moose Moose ? Hmmmm.

 

TMW you realize you made a stupid spelling mistake, in the most unfortunate place, and it will be hours before it updates.Why is there no hole opening in the floor for me to fall into?

 

That would be a really good idea, but... We are renting and we have one room. That's it. So while we could take everything out it would be in the landlord's basement and cause problems pretty fast. We've been renting here for two years and I'm pretty sure it's why I'm going gray when I'm less than a month away from being only 23. If it were just my husband and me things would be a lot easier but we have two kids.
Things are possibly starting to look hopeful though, because a loan officer called us the other day so we may finally be able to get a house. Yay! When we do I'll probably sit down and cry.

 

TMw you clear out your browser history, your cookies, your cache, all that shit, and now you can't go to your favorite websites with just a single or couple of keystrokes.

 

That moment when you've already killed off a character and you're only on the first chapter.

 

TMW you find yourself embolden to declare that you wish to become President of the United States

TMW you realize your policies align more with Bernie Sanders

TMW you realize that you are not a multi-millionaire/billionaire so you've no chance of running

TMW you realize that you have ZERO political experience

I'd be fucked, wouldn't I?

 

TMW The Exam chair/table you orderd shows up, and you get it put together
and it is really quite comfy to sit in.

 

Hopefully another human being of the female persuasion.

 

TMW I now have a Twitter Account..

Follow me and...things...

https://twitter.com/JohnFlukinger

 

Nah, I have rope until the cuffs show up next week.

 

One of these days I might do that. Maybe.

Get a Twitter account, I mean. Not follow you. Though of course, if I had a Twitter account, I could follow you. I mean, would follow you.

Yeah.

 

I followed you (Though I kind of hate twitter and don't bother with it much)

 

Thanks, Trish! :3

TMW you are sweating and miserable after half an hour mowing the grass. BEHOLD MY SWEATY MUG!!!!

 

TMW the high temp for the day is finally cool enough for you to wear your favorite jeans without feeling like you're going to spontaneously combust. Feels like coming home (cause it's the little things).

 

TMW a UPS man meets a DHL man at my doorstep. In my vast imagination I had assumed they'd start throwing up postal service gang signs and try to shoot each other with tiny guns filled with "Do not return to sender" letters in them. But instead, they stood there and started shooting the breeze. Then I came out and joined them for a bit, cool guys, told them "don't go postal anytime soon" and we departed.

 

I don't know, but that just cracked me up.

 

Cracked me up too. That's awesome, Moon.

 

That's how it's been here for the last 2 weeks. So happy to have a break from it and feel like a human again. I hope you get a break soon.