I actually would tell my current boyfriend I was an assassin, but that’s an n = 1 situation.
Mentally ill woman in my late 30s.
I’m here to help!
(Formerly of lemmy.world and of kbin.social before that.)
I actually would tell my current boyfriend I was an assassin, but that’s an n = 1 situation.
Both are equally in the realm of “rich” when compared to people living paycheck to paycheck.
Binged (the search engine) and binged (the eating disorder/content consumption method) look identical and this fucks me up.
It’s way better to have a tea party. And you can have them by yourself.
I had one this morning with myself and some perfectly brewed tea and some English muffins and my very most favorite earthenware mug.
There’s a whole thing about little girls having tea parties with their stuffed animals. You don’t need other people or even stuffed animals!
I do drugs about it but I’m not a perfect role model.
At least they’re prescription so there’s an air of legitimacy.
I’ve been really wrestling with my own anti-violence and the now-obvious fact that violence gets results.
as we just elected them
That’s because the system is rigged. We can only ever choose between one rich person and another.
I love Spy x Family.
That said, I’m not sure if Spy x Family is a healthy family dynamic which demonstrates setting clear boundaries, or if that much lying is actually a good thing.
I got a warning on an ADHD sub reddit for posting too much.
It’s the biggest reason I stopped making memes.
I didn’t know that! Thanks!
Speak for yourself!
…I haven’t read the book yet.
Appreciate it but your comment got auto corrected on two instances of “causal” to “casual” by commie.
I do want to warn you it hits hard. The album hits hard and the visuals really twist the knife.
Can’t say that on .world. They’re gonna getcha.
This situation has been made worse by the addition of yet more bees!!
I’m allergic to corn, so I don’t know if this is true, but if I pooped a food that was still whole I’d consider not eating it again.
The last time my boyfriend heard “colder than a witch’s tit” he reached over and touched my boob ans said, “Well they feel pretty warm to me so you need a better system of measurement.”
I’m probably gonna marry him.
I really want to do the Mediterranean diet but my foot is currently in a cast and I get my groceries done once a week and veggies around here straight up do not last… so I’m struggling.
I would unironically enjoy reading this. And satirical buying merchandise and putting a Je-Who fish on my car.
I am like 2 seconds away from writing up a big “how to do a tea party” post. I’m one small push (and one friendly location) away from it.