A conversation at work today:

"If D and K [two men in a class together] were in a relationship, who do you think would be the woman?"

And I had to EXPLAIN why something like twenty veins popped in my head all at once.

I admit, I should have just shut up and let it slide, because there's just no helping some people, but...

Holy fucking shit.And ( Read more... )

So.

I go to throw away an empty toilet paper roll this morning in the bathroom trashcan.

And find.

Wait for it.

A beer can.

Yes, that's right.

A beer canIn the toilet garbage ( Read more... )

I AM MESSED UP IN THE HEAD ( Read more... )

I hate these random bouts of depression.

I also hate my housemate.

Who is currently making oil pop loud enough in the kitchen that I can hear it. In my room.

What the fuck is that shit.

I think she put water in it.

Darwin says she shouldn't exist.

And really.

It doesn't help the depression.

What, am I just cursed to always live with people who insist on having sex in my shower?

... and using my tupperware?

... and throwing out my milk?

... and bossing me around at work?

... sigh.

And today was such a good day. (Though it admittedly could have been better.)

So.

Getting straight to the point.

A kid grabbed my boob yesterday in class.

....

Yea.

And because I foolishly reacted instead of silently pushing him away, I spent the next twenty seconds or so fighting off all four boys in the class who now thought that grabbing sensei's boob was the best idea ever.So ( Read more... )

... I just yelled "NO, I OPEN IT LIKE AN AMERICAN!" at my bargain bag of nori-flavored potato chips.*

... what does this say about me, really?

*There's a dotted line preceded by scissors along the top of the bag, implying I should have cut it.

So. I figured out why I was having so much trouble with my internet ( Read more... )

I has pokemanz.


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