AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!
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I am fucking homicidal right now. That whole sitch with my sister from the other day just got even worse.
I'm going outside to smoke and calm down.
KILL KILL KILL
Long, slow drags, brenda. Lots of deep breaths.
Pink hightops have been achieved, although sadly, Hil, there was nothing smaller than a size 7, and the youth sizes were gone.
JZ and Deena, insent.
Nicole, could you delete that last part? That just...um...I just can't...
Job satisfaction: Sinking, sinking...
Annoyance Levels: Up on all bars.
ARRRGH. There's been a ten-minute conversation in Chinese going on 4 feet behind my ear. For some reason, my brain can't tune out Chinese the way it can English. I think it keeps trying to parse.
For some reason, my brain can't tune out Chinese the way it can English. I think it keeps trying to parse.
Someone I know who knew about these sorts of things (can I recall this anymore poorly?) told me some languages' pitches makes it harder to tune them out. Chinese is one with a lot of high notes.
Betsy, I'm confused. What exactly happened with your eye? It was radically worse on Wednesday so they thought there was something else going on but it was just worse and that's it?
(I'm getting pink shooooz!)
Betsy, I have the opposite problem -- I can ignore languages I don't understand a bit of, because I can make them background noise. But languages that I understand even a little make me listen to them.