Sophia, your coworker is really bizarre.

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.

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.

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!"

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.

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]

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!

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.

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.

Is there a way to submit a video so it embeds the viewer in the screen?