I woke up at 6 to get a head start on desecration, but then I had a bbq to attend later so I got way off schedule. I really need to be on the ball today if I want to destroy the sanctity of straight marriage and groom children by telling them that they're valid and deserving of love no matter how they identify. It's a lot of work for a Sunday, honestly.
Sadly, no. She was just a really nice person. It's ok though, it's probably better to not date people that make you feel like a bridge troll in comparison.
I think that's probably true - Japan has such a sanitized reputation now (which, frankly, isn't entirely deserved), and most people probably don't ever take a history class after high school, so a lot of people probably genuinely don't know how bad it was. I did a little over 3 years of an undergrad history major and never heard a word about it. The only reason I know anything about it is because my AP US History teacher in high school told a few of us about it after a class on WWII. I had nightmares about some of the pictures for a few nights. I see why they don't generally teach it to kids.
Even that wouldn't always work. This woman found out I was working on my birthday (I always do, but I guess that's s big deal to some), so she came back with cake, a bottle of prosecco, and flowers. My mom was like, "Was she trying to date you??" That woman was one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen in real life, I fucking WISH she was trying to date me. I am not that lucky. It's only the men my dad's age that are trying to hook up.
I work in government and we're not allowed to accept gifts over $50, but I really prefer no one give me anything. Any time someone has, it's been a thank you for work that's already done, but I don't want there to ever be any question about it. Plus, when you're a younger woman (so not so much these days, but early career), people question if the gifter was angling for something else, which is awkward.
Oh I tried, but he undermined everything I worked on. I went home to work every weekend so she'd pee on the carpet and he'd just leave it until I got back, so the idea that peeing in the apartment was bad never really stuck. He let her chew a red marker all over the floor, too, and when I walked in to see her doing it and him in the couch ignoring her, he sat up and was like, "oh, uh, bad dog!" It was impossible.
Oh my god, finally. I've been wearing my Internet Cringe Police shirt all week and you're the only one who has thanked me for protecting the American people with my life or my wifi or whatever.
My area has near constant posts about a vehicle driving by someone's house, accompanied by blurry footage of absolutely nothing of note, and half the commenters are convinced that it's for a crime and the other half are like, "you know this is a public street with other residents, right?" God forbid a realtor ever takes photos for comps. It's the fucking mafia, out to steal all of Janice's lawn ornaments, obviously.
It's just an absolute black hole of suck, but I work for a nearby city, so it's a good way to find out if there are resident concerns that aren't batshit crazy, so I keep my account active. I can only tolerate about 5 minutes at a time, though.
Some did point that out - about 200 other comments fell all over themselves to thank him and blame "kids these days," though, so it was pretty much the worst. My ex-husband spent a couple decades in the military, and he was suuuper uncomfortable being thanked, so I know that attitude is by no means universal. It's just cringey as hell.
Brb, bout to post this on nextdoor and watch all my neighbors fight.
Seriously though, this dude made a post on there today about how he's "been wearing his army gear the last few days and no one has thanked him for his service." I would walk into traffic if I was ever that embarrassing.
Waffles. But my roommate in college bought a puppy before the summer, named it Waffles, took her home, and came back in the fall with an untrained dog that peed in the house and he never cleaned it up. Poor Waffles, she didn't ask to be raised by terrible owners but I ended up moving out early because of her.
If it's laparoscopic, it shouldn't be too bad. I spent pretty much the whole first week in bed napping off and on, other than short walks every couple of hours. The second week, I worked from home (still in bed) and had to lay down for a few minutes here and there, but felt a lot better. With ice packs and rest, I only needed to take anything for pain the first 4-ish days and then occasionally when I pushed myself a little too hard, and I never needed anything stronger than advil/tylenol.
The only thing I wish I'd done was either taking higher doses of stool softeners or taking a laxative sooner - it's unpleasant to talk about but trust me when I say your SO really doesn't want to go several days without pooping when you can't really push without feeling like you're going to tear something important.
I woke up at 6 to get a head start on desecration, but then I had a bbq to attend later so I got way off schedule. I really need to be on the ball today if I want to destroy the sanctity of straight marriage and groom children by telling them that they're valid and deserving of love no matter how they identify. It's a lot of work for a Sunday, honestly.