This is the top of the list. Nothing else comes close when you need a really good and sincere cry.

You want a tearjerking Michael Keaton movie, watch My Life. Hydrate afterwards, plenty of electrolytes, you’re welcome.

With a honey in the middle, there’s some leeway.

Texas schools need $X funding. The Texas Lottery was meant to add $Y dollars to education. The lottery was sold to the public as meaning schools would be funded to the tune of $(X + Y) each year.

Instead, the state funds $(X - Y). Instead of supplementing education funds, the lottery supplants it. And it’s the exact same thing with tipping culture.

(I’d bet this is how most state lotteries which fund education operate.)

Lmao, yes go report the white supremacist to the organization largely populated by white supremacists, I’m sure they’ll get right on it.

This was such a compensating thing. Tried to back out of the deal, wasn’t allowed to, then made this dumbass dad joke. “I meant to do that” vibes, fucking pathetic.

Drumpf is obsessed with rally size, skuM is obsessed with twitter engagement. Rotten tomatoh, decomposing tomahto.

They’ll do fuck all with my money because I’ll be spending as little as fucking possible for the foreseeable future. Learning to sew to fix holes in old clothes instead of buying new ones, taking public transit a lot more (deeply discounted on account of my autism!), getting back into cooking, donating time in my community for the feel good chemicals instead of buying whatzits, and still giving the middle finger to winter peer family pressure gift giving holidays.

I don’t see MAGA people as the enemy because they want to pay less in taxes. I see them as the enemy because they don’t think my kids should exist in society and are actively passing legislation to make it so.

Delete this shit take.

I voted for Oregon Measure 117 which will institute Ranked Choice Voting statewide in all elections.

I think that’s what the college kids were playing with when I was in high school.

Started college in 1995, and I indeed did have ICQ before too long. Still remember my number (6725571).

You probably had all three installed on your computer and probably all running at once.

I remember using a program called Trillian (which is still around!) in the late 90s/early 00s. It allowed you to connect multiple IM accounts in one app. It was sorta finicky, but it got the job done.

My parents each smoked two packs a day inside the house for the entire 20 years I lived with them, and my mom had a massive heart attack and died at age 63. I carry a lot of trauma around all that, so I have a boundary about being around people who smoke anything, really. I should have exercised it that day, but my boundaries were sort of flimsy then.

Seventy thousand dollhairs.

You have no idea what I’m capable of in <<City>>. 🤣

Such an obvious mail merge. I’d imagine there is a way to automate pulling the Google Street View images and pasting them in the document, but I don’t know how it’s done.

But yeah, I got version 1 from that article and just shook my head at such a pathetic extortion attempt. I was like, “C’mon now…everyone in my life knows I’m a polyamorous hedonist. I could sell some of them whatever video you could ever possibly have of me that you definitely don’t. 😂”

Possibly from stoners? Not badmouthing weed, and I have anxiety myself so I get it, and I get that some people medicate with it for the purpose of anxiety. But holy cow man, you gotta respect a person’s time.

She was an hour and a half late. I only waited for her because she was responding to my messages, apologized for her tardiness, and said a couple times she’d be there within 20-30 minutes which led to a 90-minute wait). Once she got there, she told me that she was late because she was having some anxiety that day and went to a friend’s to smoke a bowl first. She chainsmoked on the patio, and I sat away from her because I don’t want to smell that while I’m eating. She told me about a terrible book she was writing, with the sort of stupid plot you’d get from r/writingprompts. And then she said she needed to get high again and asked me if I wanted to come to her car with her while she did. I declined and said I was gonna head home. Proceeded to promply never see her again.

Just remember kids: When it comes to pigs questioning you, EVERY day is Shut the Fuck Up Friday.

I’d let you know how much I spend in electricity through PGE, but…

1. I just recently moved in, so I don’t have good data for you yet, and

2. Portland General Electric ≠ Pacific Gas & Electric

How many banks could Phil Banks fill if Phil Banks could fill banks?

That’s MISS Chanandler Bong.