Yeah, I may put a call out on the social media places to see if there's a really good Latin scholar out there. Then comes the fun of deciding placement and fonts!
This is my squincy face. Do you see my squincy face?
MY FACE IS SQUINCY, JILLI.
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Yeah, I may put a call out on the social media places to see if there's a really good Latin scholar out there. Then comes the fun of deciding placement and fonts!
This is my squincy face. Do you see my squincy face?
MY FACE IS SQUINCY, JILLI.
Squincy's totally not a word. Your face isn't squincy.
Okay most disgusting experience with my vacuum (and it's my most loathed task already) just now. The spinner thingie was totally coated in hair. Mostly mine. It spun but the bristles weren't effective. So I just cut and pulled all of that out. I think I need a shower. For my soul.
For those considering latin tattoos - consult a professional. A professional latinist, in addition to a professional tattoo artist. Here's a place to start: [link] - read the comments for some examples of how hard it can be to put an English phrase into latin.
This is my squincy face. Do you see my squincy face?
MY FACE IS SQUINCY, JILLI.
Squincy's totally not a word. Your face isn't squincy.
Oh my gosh, this shouldn't make me laugh, should it? Why does it make me laugh so hard?
I may be broken, folks.
I once had a book called something like "Latin for Everyone" (Latin for Everyday? ... something like that). Translated all kinds of amusing words and phrases into sort-of Latin.
All I can remember at this point is that Twinkies are "scintillae".
This is my squincy face. Do you see my squincy face?
MY FACE IS SQUINCY, JILLI.
Bah. It's totally fine if it's in Latin! Cass says so!
Hee, if you`re broken, so am I, Burrell.
My favorite faux Latin phrase is something like "illegitimos non carborundum" (don't let the bastards get you down).
Cass says so!
I was also going to let you sneak Frank Iero out of Powell's through cunning use of petticoats. I am an awesome adult.
The "fixed" garbage disposal is leaking from the bottom now. Not when I use it, always. Needs to be replaced. They don't have the part. The guy who can order the part isn't in until tomorrow.
My frustrations, let me explain them.
Fuck. I really like the people in the office and maintenance. They are great. But the management company has made it impossible for them to just fix things. I have to put in a service request through their portal, have no idea when (even down to a day) anyone will actually show up and then have to call the office who can't really help me because the system doesn't work any better for them.
Time to write another angry letter. Which would make me feel better but they've never responded to any of my communications. So it's peeing in the wind. Which is even stupider to do as a girl.