I have to work SO hard to not bust out #dumbass #fakehashtags here, since they're generally not part of our #culturalnorms but #ilovethem #somuch. #whatever #iwokeuplikethis #TeamCharmonique
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I guess changing them to fake html tags as is our cultural norm wouldn't always work?
t /whatever
t /blessed
Good decision, Steph. As I've gotten older I've adopted the idea that I've got to take care of my emotional health.
ION, the stress of my job situation has led to my stomach feeling queasy for the last week. I feel better when I'm full, so I've been eating a lot of bland food and snacking a lot. I think I need to see a doctor. Also, my shrink just upped my AD dosage, so I'm hoping that will help.
Tomorrow I fly to Oakland for my aunt Joyce's celebration of life thing. I'll have to pack snacks for the flight.
{{tommyrot}} Safe travels.
In the meantime, celery is bland, and you won't gain any weight from snacking on it!
Celery isn't food. It's just roughage and water.
I'm a celery hater.
I think the Pre-Check folks get to go through the regular metal detector rather than the body-scanner, so it might not actually help you at all in that respect. Depending on how the scanner deals with your leg.
Oh shoot. The handheld scanners beep at my leg, so it might actually be worse than going through the body-scanner, as they'd have to then pat* me down to make sure the leg wasn't the only thing beeping. (This already happened coming back from Iceland.)
\*"pat" hell, more like "grope".
I also am a celery hater. Useless awful tasting stuff.
I think the Pre-Check folks get to go through the regular metal detector rather than the body-scanner, so it might not actually help you at all in that respect. Depending on how the scanner deals with your leg.
It varies by airport, or time of day, or phases of the moon.
I'm a celery hater.
Me, three. Nasty bitter tough stringy thing.