The only thing I leave on in Autoformat is the two hyphens = a dash thing. I usually type the whole list before applying bullets and sometimes move the whole highlighted list to the left at the same time. You can customize the standard margins.
If something is well wrapped, it can stay freezer-burn-less forever. The taste eventually alters, though. I've eaten things that have been frozen roughly as long as a wooly mammoth and I'm still here.
I hate that it feels so bloody useless to even try to put things in order. Every damn time I turn around, there are bigger and bigger piles of junk.
I know that feeling. I live in a field of accelerated entropy.
Job~ma to Cashmere’s DH.
Transplant~ma for Suzi’s mother.
Tiggy, ~ma for your dad.
Gorgeous house, Sparky! Good luck.
We're meeting TCG's mom tonight and telling her about the engagement. I don't think she'll be happy. So nervous.
~ma for Cash's DH!
~ma for Suzi's mom!
~ma to tiggy's dad.
I've had Reiki done - a friend gave me three sessions gratis after my accident. I found it really helped, actually, and I'm fairly skeptical about stuff like that.
We're meeting TCG's mom tonight and telling her about the engagement. I don't think she'll be happy. So nervous.
(OK, I've typed and deleted several vulger reactions to this but will find it sufficient to say:)
Probably would be more freaky if she WAS happy. Then you'd be all, "hmmm, maybe NOT such a good idea after all?"
I'm sorry, though. That just sucks.
We're meeting TCG's mom tonight and telling her about the engagement. I don't think she'll be happy. So nervous.
Aww, that sucks. Here's hoping it's not too uncomfortable.
Actually, she'll probably be all happy and fake in person and then call TCG and yell at him later.
I don't think she'll be happy.
Well what the fuck is her problem? She afraid of having her son marry someone awesome and beautiful and totally kick ass? Then, I get it.
Otherwise, ass her in the ear.
Aw, sj, that's sucktastic. It sounds like TCG was found under a cabbage leaf, you know?
Well what the fuck is her problem? She afraid of having her son marry someone awesome and beautiful and totally kick ass? Then, I get it.
Apparently, I'm evil and awful and handicapped, which I don't think she likes.
I hate that it feels so bloody useless to even try to put things in order. Every damn time I turn around, there are bigger and bigger piles of junk.
I know that feeling. I live in a field of accelerated entropy.
I'm deliberately moving to a house that seems to be the nexus of accelerated entropy.
We're meeting TCG's mom tonight and telling her about the engagement. I don't think she'll be happy. So nervous.
Awww, honey. The most important thing is how happy you and TCG are, although, yeah, it would be nice if his mom would be supportive.