I would have figured you guys were at least a somewhat social bunch.
Within, yes. To without--perhaps a bit impenetrable.
I made a student cry today. Or at least well with tears and then be bummed out for the rest of class. I think things are primarily resolved, but I can't promise it won't happen again. I seem to be some sort of lightning rod for these things.
I remember liking a song on NUMB3RS and having the lyrics googled and the song bought before they came back from commercial break.
We are living in the future, yo. I think that's cooler (and safer) than flying cars.
I said I did not want to have to deal with a stuck animal in the morning. My supervisor told me if I found one alive to turn the trap over the stomp on it.
Laga, unless you work for an exterminator (and even then) that's asking for a bit much.
DJ! I was staring at
Garbo
and wondering where I'd seen her before. And then I kept forgetting to check the internet, ironically.
But sometimes the web brings information to you, and sometimes it helps you track it down.
I traded out of my shift. But I still don't want to work for a company that tortures animals.
I just can't imagine my boss ever asking me to do that...too weird.
I bought a medium sized knee brace (open patella) the other day, and tried it on today.
Too freaking small.
"Kettlebell, baby!" chanted back some of my fellow instructors, turning my words against myself.
Fine. I hope they'll let me trade it for a large without the receipt.
Fucking kettlebell.
ita, ME TOO!! And then I remembered due to the convo with sarameg, that I knew how to find out!
Laga, JZ, no, just, no. I understand that mice are a rodent and whatever, but no. My friends used to have snakes, which they fed mice. Circle of life. I get it. But once they got one too tiny for the snakes to eat. They said it would have sat in the tank, terrified, until the snake finally killed it. So they took it out and gave it a shoebox until it got big enough. Unfortunatly, for the snake, it nuzzled me and we gave it a name, and as long as I fed it, we kept it. I should say though that I was 16 and didn't live with them, so they likely took over the feeding duties. But, uh uh. No.
Yeah it does kinda weaken my position that we have a snake at home that eats live mice.
Fucking kettlebell.
You are buff.
Think about Keeanu when he was doing
Speed.
"I didn't want cut muscles. I wanted big, beefy cop arms."
Yeah it does kinda weaken my position that we have a snake at home that eats live mice.
No. If your shoes or the glue strip needed the mice to live, that would be different.
Yes. I have my own animal cruelty morality. Don't judge.
