When you contact ebay/amazon to tell them an order you placed hasn't arrived, and they tell you they can't do anything until five working days beyond the expected deliver date. So what's the point of fucking delivery dates then!?
Pizza Hut, your a dick. Thanks for reminding me that I don't have any grandparents any more. Not cool, boycotted you are.
It was an advert in my email, and it mentioned spending time with the grandparents. I mean that is just terrible when you don't have grandparents to share a slice with. What do people like me do in that situation? Leave a pizza on a grave or something?
Thanks for reminding me my grandparents were cremated. Boycott!! Maybe if I burnt it as a sacrifice to the gods.
Ah fuck! Pizza Slut, you can't help yourself can you? Now the damn dominoes are falling, happy now? Kiss my ass you non-restaurant married to Taco Hell.
For most of us 'sharing it with our lover in our personal way' doesn't involve sharing it with 60k other people who don't necessarily want to know what anyone else does in the bedroom (or dungeon or wherever)
Not happy that summer doesn't want to go away. It's going to be another 91 degree day, which is just fucking grand.
Ugh, lets. I'll take wet and cold over hot and dry any day. It's also going to be humid. Fucken hell.
"Look, them over there. They are different from me. That makes them evil, and therefore a witch." I think that covers it. I am the dumb for being in the age of information, logic, and reasoning. That was my understanding when I decided to live in 1419 too, when the world was better place. I am sorry for being who I am. I won't make that mistake again. It started out an innocent jest, but that turned out to be something unacceptable. I accept and deserve to be made fun of for it, cause I understand now that being me is not who I should be. Though as a last request once you lock me into the stocks to be made an example of: "I wish to be pelted with bananas."
Welcome to the world of societal dysphoria. It happens when there's a dissonance between cultural expectations and our desired self expression. A huge part of coping with it is, instead of waiting for society to change, learning to express oneself in a fashion that's you, but still culturally acceptable. As a bad analogue, it's like when you stub your toe in church, but instead of letting lose a string of profanities, as is the custom, you implore upon the glory of the demons in another language. You're still expressing yourself and the priest is chill with it because he didn't hear a 'motherfucker.' It's all about subversive compromise.
My world is utterly shattered, I'm devastated, and my anxiety is ramped up to maxx x10. Spoiler: Things will never be the same again. @matwoolf has changed his avatar. Nooooooooo!