God, the ants in Turks & Caicos were a nightmare, and food is crazy expensive. People who live there must have all their shit locked down or they’d be broke in a week. I always say I want to live somewhere tropical, but that had me rethinking some things.
I mean, I’m fine with it? There’s nothing wrong with being alone. There’s a lot wrong with being with a guy with a comment history like yours.
You guys ever see a horse eat a baby chick? I have. The only thing surprising about this is that he wasn’t eating the pigeons.
I leave the whole thing set up in the guest room so I don’t have to mess with it, and I’m a woman, so most of my dressier tops are less complicated than a men’s button-down. I plug it in, wash my face, and it’s ready to go, and it really is only about 2 minutes to actually iron. Maybe twice that if it’s a particularly finicky fabric (which I’m slowly eliminating from my wardrobe).
Man, I iron all the time. I’m not like, ironing underwear like a crazy person, but I have a lot of shirts that would be straight up unacceptable to wear to work without it. It takes like 2 minutes.
Oh absolutely not. No thank you. The world at large has my permission to smother me with a pillow if I hit 90 and don’t die. But it’s fine, I’m sure the microplastics/ultraprocessed food/climate change/whatever will take me out before that.
It’s definitely way less work. If you get hired for an hour, you’re pretty much expected to be fully engaged in, if not sex, then at least being entertaining in some way. With the type of sex work she did, she was never getting paid for time spent sleeping or eating (and definitely not hanging out and shopping), unless that was someone’s kink, I guess. I had a series of sugar daddies in my early 20s, and don’t let anyone tell you that’s not sex work, and I definitely made less per hour than a more traditional prostitute, but I also put in a lot less energy. Plus, it came with a lot more perks.
I haven’t had any issue finding those amenities in hotels in Europe (at least in Berlin, Munich, Madrid, and Málaga, which is not an exhaustive study by any means). I’ve seen a few that look to be entire small apartment buildings converted into hotels, which isn’t great for the local housing market, but all the ones I’ve stayed at were clearly built for that purpose. So that’s the good news, I guess.
Somewhere, Brennan Lee Mulligan is crying and he doesn’t know why.
Many years ago, I worked in a call center. I was sitting with someone who was new helping them take calls and both of our headsets were plugged into the phone. The trainee was helping a store employee and she was just being awful to him. While she went to get something from the customer, I muted the line and said, “God, what a bitch!” except my finger was hovering over the button and I hit it just in time for her to hear me say bitch. I fully panicked and hung up on her. Nobody ever said anything to either of us and this was back when landlines would occasionally cross, so hopefully she thought that’s what happened since she hadn’t heard my voice up until then.
Anyway, I’m pretty sure that’s the origin of why I still don’t trust mute or hold to this day. I’m not talking shit until I know that call is disconnected.
No offense, but that’s some real thanksimcured material. If people could just say they’re not going to care about the opinions of others and have that switch actually flip, society would need like, 50% fewer therapists, but it doesn’t work like that.
The pants were hideous, but she was a size 4 in that picture. People called her fat when she was a size 2, though, because she wasn’t as bone-thin as Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera.
I can’t speak to everyone, but for a lot of women my age, it’s because we grew up being bombarded with images of objectively thin women and being told that they were fat. You couldn’t go to the grocery store without seeing magazines talking about celebrities with cellulite and the tone was always, “can you believe she went out like that?” I remember Jessica Simpson wearing this outfit and being called awful names for how “big” she looked. It’s hard to get past literal decades of that shit.
Oh I’m the opposite - I’m not a very good cook because I don’t enjoy doing it. I’m pretty good with flavors because I’m not afraid of seasonings, but my knife skills are bordering on Worst Cook in America levels. The abuse I have wrought upon poor, innocent, delicious onions is a crime.
Also, if you like the fried onions, have you seen the jalapeno version? So good. I’ve started putting them on everything.
I’m the worst about this. My mom and I will try a new restaurant and I’ll be talking about “oh this needs acid, that’s the perfect amount of heat, blah blah.” Meanwhile, I’m over here “cooking” noodles with a pile of kimchi every other day because that’s all I ever have in the fridge.
Coffee, hash browns, eggs. Then I spend my remaining money on hot sauce or green chile.
Hardness of the Sexbots?
Ha I’m about to turn 40 and same. I got married in 2013. No one brought any nerf guns. ☹️
Man, I was great at tests and history was my favorite subject. I’d love for a history quiz to be the thing I was worried about instead of like, the election and global warming and shit. Don’t get me wrong, you couldn’t pay me to go back to high school, but at least I could affect the outcome of a quiz, you know?
I’m not sure - we went to the grocery store in the residential area. We always do. It’s just expensive to ship anything, so islands are always really pricey.