September 2009
16 posts
We are going to the fair today.
subjecttomeg:
And I would like you all to hope that we do not end up with winning fish, as we did last year. It makes me feel bad to wish death on living creatures. Even worse when I wish the two of them will die at the same time, so I don’t have to get any replacement fish. (But they did!)
I'm thinking it should be a nice day, otherwise.
subjecttomeg:
My anxiety was off the mother fucking charts yesterday. Seriously, while I was trying to sleep, I’d made all these ridiculous resolutions to combat non-existent situations. I need meds. Oh, lack of insurance, why won’t you let me be great sane?
But the good news is my crazy is a bit exhausted today, and I’m suffering from a neurotic hangover, so at the very least, I’ll be...
“Advice for Employers: Hire ugly. All other things being equal, I’d give the nod...”
– Why I Like to Hire Ugly People - Kiplinger.com
Have at it, Tumblrinos.
ETA: I mean, did this guy realize he was using his out loud voice? Yes, he did. It’s ugly. I know his what his defense would be — something like “I’m just telling it like it is!”, but the arrogance is shell shocking, and the...
My child is unaware of the healthcare crisis. And...
subjecttomeg:
He had to write a story for homework, using vocab words. Granted, “accident” was one of the words, but he wrote a story about how the entire family wasn’t paying attention, had an accident, and had to stay in the hospital for A WHOLE YEAR!
And then here’s where the fantasy part comes in, because he ended with us getting out of the hospital and living happily ever after. Hahaha. ...
subjecttomeg:
I had forgotten about that date until now. My one friend likes to joke with me that I have a thing for older guys, because my husband is nine years older than I am. And I don’t really have an age thing, but I had said that everyone else I dated was my age or a year older. But there were three that were about five years older. This date, the one who basically let someone steal...
I'm drinking Maxwell House coffee that was brewed...
subjecttomeg:
I just wanted to feel a part of the conversation. Since I’m never going to be fucking employed again.
I just spent fifteen minutes trying to think...
subjecttomeg:
It didn’t work and just made me angry at “The Secret” all over again.
It doesn't matter what message is there, whenever...
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The slickest bitch in town.
subjecttomeg:
That’s what I’d be if my vagina produced half as much moisture as my motherfucking eyes.
Goldfish?
subjecttomeg:
Twenties are too young, forties are too old. I hope the thirties are deemed acceptable, otherwise, you’ve pretty much screwed yourself.
subjecttomeg:
snuh:
Soft Cell: Tainted Love
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I'm lost in my tabs again.
subjecttomeg:
I am able to read and breathe at the same time, so all hope is not lost.
This is why I stalk follow you.
Oh, shit, it IS Tuesday.
subjecttomeg:
This is three weeks in a row, now. I must have done something really cunty to that bitch, because this shit is like clockwork.
A lot of people remind me of Tuesday.
