the fact they raised 1 million dollars for research for a cancer that doean't get research funded because it's so rare.
I just checked the fundraiser page again - it's now over $3.5 million dollars. I'm teary. HONY restores my waning faith in humanity every day.
I'm not kidding. There are a LOT of scary motherfuckers in this country, is what I'm saying.
Speaking of waning faith in humanity, I agree with Steph - I doubt there's much of anything that could be revealed about Trump at this point that would make his devout rabid supporters desert him.
Y'all are real people, right?
Negative. I am a meat popcicle.
White House is on lockdown. No news on why.
Reports of a nearby shooting on Twitter, but not from a news source.
Y'all are real people, right?
I am totally real, not fictional, not a cartoon character. Honest. You can trust me.
Talky meat!
I had to pull in the reins on a young man who was indulging in mutual trash talk with another guy in a neighboring cubicle. He's not a bad guy, a bit overly macho, well-versed in the Utah culture of "Men are appointed of God to be in charge of the household." I, however, have Mom status. His trash talk went into a gay-slur direction, which surprised an outraged "Dude!" out of me. He looked shocked and said "What!" "The gay jokes are getting old." He looked utterly baffled, then chastened, "I'll do better."
Unfortunately, he has no clue as to *why* he shouldn't be making these kinds of jokes, but better he be mad at me than HR get involved--a point I haven't mentioned yet. Sadly, I am apparently no longer "fun". I think I'll cope. Because the next step is telling my manager, who will get to have a talk about basic procedure in a workspace.
Negative. I am a meat popcicle.
I think you might need to turn on the heat.
I am waiting on my coworker to finish her art of something so I can do mine. I have asked her about it repeatedly. I am worried about my chances of leaving on time.
