Sophia, I suggest you go to the car carrying an air freshener tomorrow. I also suggest you spit at this person.
Also, I can kill you with my brain.
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Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
msbelle - Oct 27, 2010 4:05:07 pm PDT #2350 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Calli - Oct 27, 2010 4:05:29 pm PDT #2351 of 30001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Sophia, your coworker is really bizarre.
Dana - Oct 27, 2010 4:05:45 pm PDT #2352 of 30001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
The most humiliating thing is the part where she offered to make me a hygiene/cleaning checklist. Like she did for her mentally challenged brother and sister.
I'm not actually sure she could be more of a bitch.
I don't really understand tumblr either. I am full up on social media. There is no more room in the social part of my brain.
shrift - Oct 27, 2010 4:06:26 pm PDT #2353 of 30001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Ugh, people who reek of artificial smells. They make me sneezy and give me a headache.
I'm starving and need to make dinner. I'm thinking of putting cauliflower and butternut squash in a vindaloo sauce.
Atropa - Oct 27, 2010 4:08:36 pm PDT #2354 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Sophia, your coworker is an awful, awful person. If it wouldn't (probably) cause you to suffer a headache, I would suggest liberally applying some really potent perfume (like, say, Poison) right before you got in the car with her.
I don't really understand tumblr either.
It's like Twitter, but it's a constant stream of eye-candy? That's what I use it as. "Look, here's a pretty thing! Oooh, cupcakes! Oooh, gothy fashion! OMG SHOES! Look, bats!"
Sophia Brooks - Oct 27, 2010 4:09:15 pm PDT #2355 of 30001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here
I don't really understand tumblr either. I am full up on social media. There is no more room in the social part of my brain.
The thing that I do not understand is that people seem to comment, but they aren't full comments Or something. But there is no conversation happening.
I think you are right- facebook took the last available brain cell in the social part of my brain.
Jesse - Oct 27, 2010 4:10:36 pm PDT #2356 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Yeah, I don't actually understand the tumblr myself, but it seems like what the kids today are into!
Hey Tom Scola, can I use pictures you took for background and stuff? Maybe this one? [link]
Sophia Brooks - Oct 27, 2010 4:11:55 pm PDT #2357 of 30001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here
I would suggest liberally applying some really potent perfume (like, say, Poison) right before you got in the car with her.
I could wear something that reeks of cat pee, because I have a cat pee scented pile of laundry.
The thing is, this happened to me before, only it was my boss That time it turned out the cat had peed on my purse, which was right by the door of my office. But I figured that out pretty quickly when my friend Katie smelled me and my purse. This time she found nothing!
Atropa - Oct 27, 2010 4:14:02 pm PDT #2358 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
The thing that I do not understand is that people seem to comment, but they aren't full comments Or something. But there is no conversation happening.
People can ... add notes to Tumblr posts, I think? I don't really know. For me it's just pretty pictures and music videos.
§ ita § - Oct 27, 2010 4:14:55 pm PDT #2359 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Sophia, that's just nasty of your co-worker. Just...that's not how you do things.
Apparently I have a tumblr. Who knew? When it says May 7th, it means 2008. I sign up for every fucking thing. This is how I found a six year old deviant art account and two Vox accounts just before they disappeared.