I have to go buy groceries
To make sure I can do the cooking
I have no drive to do anything
My dog doesn't mind that I'm struggling. He's just enjoying the cuddles.
Earnest Poster, active but not constant.
Not a robot. US Midwest. Communicates in anecdotes, inside jokes, and knitting or crochet patterns.
With occasional cross-stitch and frequent ethics.
UU
She/Her/Hers
White / Middle Class / MBA / US Citizen / Cis (gender apathetic) / pan, het marriage / active UU / 30s / probably a "Young, Urban Creative"
I have to go buy groceries
To make sure I can do the cooking
I have no drive to do anything
My dog doesn't mind that I'm struggling. He's just enjoying the cuddles.
the coworker was trying to figure out who Pete Davidson was and if Post Malone was Davidson's band or something.
He also thought MGK was, also, Post Davidson.
But I'm just here for the existential question. What is a Post Malone?
My house was built in 1915.
Some of the plumbing is original cast iron. Mainly the main drain pipe from the only bathroom to the basement.
Half of it was replaced when it was remodeled and the other half was left.
The cast iron pipe that removes the black water has a 16" tear and it's starting to rot.
There's open holes in the wall. There's mildew and mold. We're waiting for the plumber to get us back on the schedule to get an estimate.
The warranty will replace the pipe, but not the walls.
It's just all around no bueno.
And my kitchen is just not in a great place right now, what with the pipe forced remodel of a strange nook.
A guy I casually dated ten years ago wrote a short essay to apologize to me because he didn't take the relationship seriously.
We were hooking up the summer before we left college.
Like, this seemed to have genuinely bothered him as he mentioned that he *went to a priest to ask forgiveness for this more than three years ago and still felt guilty*.
He also lost touch with reality while we were dating and broke up because I thought Camus's essay on the myth of Sisyphus was about suicide and he was adamant that I was wrong and needed therapy.
Now full grown adults are dming me to tell me I was a hot teenager. They were full grown adults when I was a teenager.
It's weird how big the age difference between 16 and 25 is when you're over 30, and how small it seemed at 17.
This week has been one of cis men from my past coming forward to confess things they very much never needed to.
I'm mildly hopeful that they'll stop.
I just want to go on record.
I fully support the article ii draft.
I will not equivocate on this.
There's room for nuanced discussion, not this shoe horned bs that's just the usual perpetually online bs.
I give 0 fucks about what the gadflies want to say on this. Their arguments are made in bad faith, and are outright lies.
Their concerns are ego driven, racist, and all around fallacy.
And I'm so fucking tired of being in groups of UUs that think we need to hear the proto fascists out because they just want to fucking talk.