Maybe we're just an elaborate reality show for a race of hyperdimensional beings with too much time on their hands (or pseudopods, energy fluxes, whatever).
Which means someone's writing fanfic about us and making bets as to who is going to hook up.
Wash ,'The Message'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, flaming otters, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Maybe we're just an elaborate reality show for a race of hyperdimensional beings with too much time on their hands (or pseudopods, energy fluxes, whatever).
Which means someone's writing fanfic about us and making bets as to who is going to hook up.
Which means someone's writing fanfic about us and making bets as to who is going to hook up.
And we're being mocked on www.spacetimeconstructwithoutpity.com
Which means someone's writing fanfic about us and making bets as to who is going to hook up.
So being gay results in more audience approval?
And we're being mocked on www.spacetimeconstructwithoutpity.com
I'd love to read THOSE recaps.
Also, I am rip-roaring mad at my child care center, the lying fuckity-fucks who owe me $170.
The hell? Fuckweasels.
What's up, flea?
Because even God needs to watch something funny once in a while.
So creation is just one giant episode of PUNKED?
Well, they've owed me $170 since early January - they screwed up my payroll deduction. It's supposedly "being processed." Today's new horror is they're upping the child-teacher ratio in my daughter's classroom, unannounced, in a week - I found out from another parent, who found out, I think, from a teacher. It's especially annoying since I've been working really closely with my employer and the center to help develop clear written policies and improve communication between the employer, the center, and parents. Yeah, whatever. Gnash teeth. I'm not wild about the care, either - Eve is happy enough, but it's not my ideal situation for her. The only good thing about it is the employer subsidy, which is keeping us from running into our savings this year.
Blasphemous rumours!
Blasphemous rumours!
Aaaaaaaand earwormed.