Literally anything. They don’t have to exaggerate their mouth sounds either. I have misophonia.
Literally anything. They don’t have to exaggerate their mouth sounds either. I have misophonia.
Yes. Wigs are sweltering hot, sweaty, and itchy. I’ve only worn synthetic though. I’ve heard human hair wigs are better but not by much.
You can get used to it or suffer through based on how sensitive you are.
Depending on the balding pattern she may tolerate toppers and other hair pieces rather than a full wig, which may be more comfortable.
We’ve used kwikset dumb locks (no app) and never had one fail. We only had to change the batteries once and that was because I was paranoid that it had been 3 years, not because the batteries were dying. When it fails it is supposed to fail “locked” but again, we’ve never had it fail. We did discover to use the good name brand batteries though.
Don’t get me wrong, we still have keys just in case, but holy crap the freedom of mind is great. My partner has severe anxiety and used to check the locks 6+ times a day but it auto locks now and they don’t have to worry about it. I think they only check now before bed.
This is why we got keypads. Never getting locked out because of the I-thought-you-had-them or any other reason.
Yeah they’re: “Quiet down now. It is time to watch the show, yes it’s started, don’t be lickin’ me no mo’, matter 'fact could you get me a handiwiiiiiiipe?”
I just was rejected from 5 jobs in a row. I straight up asked how I could have been a more competitive candidate. I got some specific feedback about software I didn’t know (fair), an answer on a questionnaire that was milquetoast (also fair), but mostly kind things said. They’re not going to drag you but it can be a productive conversation.
Aww they’re friends working together to harness the deep magics. <3
It was gross back then too. In the 90s the Coasties would trawl the junior high girls. 25 year old men “dating” 13 year olds. We all knew it was gross as fuck and not okay but small town cops didn’t give a fuck. Hell there was a deputy “dating” a 16 year old too.
It wasn’t looked at differently in the 90s.
A guy in my class knocked up a 14 year old during senior year and we basically all stopped talking to him because fucking ew, dude.
Spanish model Leticia Sardá is Celebrity Number Six.
Look, it was the 80s/90s. We had one TV. My parents were not going to watch kid shit during their down time so we watched whatever they felt like watching. Thus, I have too many to list here.
But for context apparently Alien and Aliens made me squeaky and giggly/happy as a baby. To this day I sometimes have bizarrely detailed dreams with xenomorph subplots.
Ha! I feel so dumb right now.
Truth. I’m not good at riddles so my resume in Word has an extra page I can’t get rid of. No there are no tables, yes I can see formatting, and deleting the page break massively fucks up the formatting for the whole document. I have to print to PDF then edit the PDF to delete the blank page. It’s a huge hassle. But I don’t have to deal with it very often so it is not really worth fixing.
Whaaaaa? That’s crazy. I use to read it on the reg years ago but fell off long before the June exodus. Has this always been the case? I feel like this maybe wasn’t the case back in the heydey (Tree Law!) but IANAL and was there for the entertainment.
This prompt is bizarre and seeems written by a male 14-39.
I think I’m going with the short kings as long as the 10k is enough to protect me from them. They did consent to the escort mission and I think 10k is enough of a motivation to keep someone cooperative for a few hours. Plus I’m short too so I wouldn’t have to hear any talls bitching about pace.
I feel like the soldiers outside of their time might have too much issue coming to terms with modernity.
Also I think the group of women would absolutely be able to defend themselves but I don’t want to inflict this stress on a group of random women. Although they did consent and I’m assuming gave informed consent. Plenty probably said no, so the ones that said yes are feeling bold about it.
Fuck it, I change my mind I’m going with the gaggle of sassy ladies.
They’d all have each other’s back and are used to being on high alert. Probably pretty scrappy too. There’s no city I can think of that has 10 whole miles of "bad’ so really it would be just isolated pockets of heightened danger and a long walk otherwise.
Plus there’s way less of a chance of them turning on me.
Not exactly the prompt but I used to be hung up on The Boy in the Box mystery but I’m happy to report his identity has been found. His name was Joseph Augustus Zarelli.
The fern room at the Como Zoo Conservatory in St. Paul, Minnesota. Just brief walkthrough a few times but I wish I could live there.
Looks simple enough to sew. I bet you could find someone or DIY it. Don’t forget the hair rat to get that volume in the front.
Tl;Dr: transplants withering in the cold, wet soil having difficulty with the Seattle Freeze.
I have to make about 5 - 7 phone calls for important shit in my life. I am actively suffering for not having made these calls. It’s getting worse.
All I can do is hope that I will wake up one day and I’ll feel okay enough to make one of the phone calls. It happens every once in a while, I swear.
Just have to wait…
They’re the freaking worst and I wish I could hire an assistant to make calls for me.
The panels were out of order on your link for me on mobile but the tumblr worked https://signerjarts.tumblr.com/post/708161395159662592/the-north-sea-crone
I like it