Being the firstborn gives you great patience. But you reach a point where after trying and trying you say, Patience be damned. Let them suffer their distorted worldview. Your job is to preserve yourself, not to descend into their hole. It’s a relief when you arrive at this place, the point of absurdity, because then you are free, you know you owe them nothing.
Can someone please explain to me how Life Unexpected manages to make a relationship between a high school student and her teacher romantic instead of super creepy? Trust me*, you’re totally on their side. While you’re at it, please also explain why the writers thought this would be a good direction to take the show.
*I don’t actually expect anyone else to watch shows this trashy
I just gave 30 day notice to my super crazy slumlord that I’ll be moving out of the apartment I’ve lived in for the last 4.5 years, which happens to be the place I’ve lived in the longest since I was nine years old.
There’s really not much choice at this point, as I said the (lawyer-approved) e-mail notice to her: “The reason for this termination [of our lease] and our impending move is the continued lack of prompt response from you in regard to urgent repairs on top of your general unwillingness to perform basic maintenance.”
I’m sick to my stomach about this.
And now I have to get ready to go to Sacramento to help my mother put my 87 year old grandmother on hospice care. Because life is just a giant fucking bunch of roses these days.
I woke up this morning to this. Because I’m starting to think that we’re cursed, I wasn’t that surprised.
Writers have a reputation for being tormented by their lot, probably because they’re always moaning so loudly about how hard it is, but it’s the readers who are fragile, a truly endangered species. They don’t make a big stink about how underappreciated they are; like Tinkerbell or any other disbelieved-in fairy, they just fade away.
Better yet, DON’T write that novel by Laura Miller
the problem with successfully cutting down on paper towel use is that if you accidentally buy a six pack of country kitchen-y printed ones you are going to be using those suckers for months.
Was it just me, or did Aaron Sorkin obviously make an effort to have Mark Zuckerberg come off as more than a little Asperger’s in the Facebook movie? Maybe I just hadn’t heard this before, or maybe it tends to get overshadowed by stories of what an asshole he is. I will admit though, somehow, someway, I was kind of rooting for him despite the epic assholeness shown in the movie. Maybe because JT was so much worse?
At the very least, the movie did inspire a very long conversation about how much the way we think about and relate to other people (especially people from our past) has changed as a result of FB. It helped that I saw it with one of my best friends from high school, and that we were in college when FB was still college-only, so are [relatively] long time users of the platform. I’m too tired to think that I can even pretend to say anything new or profound about this right now though, you can thank me later.
how to make perfect cheese toast
note: the pre-toasting is crucial, without it the bread won’t get toasted enough under the cheese, resulting in a lackluster cheese toast experience.
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