The other day I walked past a candy bowl at the office and just grabbed the first things that looked good. When I took them back to my desk, I noticed–well, here, I’ll just show you:
I mean, I knew I liked peanuts and chocolate, but I didn’t know I liked them this much…
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Me? Oh, not much, just my normal, healthy coping mechanism of avoiding some minor task because I’m scared I won’t be able to do it well or complete it in time and I’ll fail everyone because I’m an awful person and then I avoid thinking about it because I feel guilty for avoiding it and that makes me even more terrified of doing it and then I avoid talking about it and put off the people who need me to get it done because I’m avoiding thinking about it and that makes me afraid of them and then I end up in a depression spiral because I’ve failed everyone and I’m an awful person and then the depression makes everything worse.
How about you?
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So, remember that missing “like” button I was talking about last week? Well…
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So… Do any of you know what the market is like right now for skinny, 37-year-old, slightly-queer camboys? Asking for a friend.
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So there I am, reading someone else’s post on WordPress. I get to the bottom and start looking for the “like” button because I did, in fact, like it. I can see it’s been “liked” by about a hundred other people. I can even see which ones! And I can see that I’m logged in, so that shouldn’t be a problem.
And yet, there is no “like” button to be seen–no star, no heart, no thumbs-up, nothing. I look up. I look down. I look from side to side. It’s not anywhere!
I’m not sure if it’s me or the UI, but at least one of us is absolutely moronic.
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I’ve gotten used to seemingly innocuous things making me feel old, but for some reason learning that the mayor-elect of New York City is younger than me hit especially hard.
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Over the years, there have been quite a few contenders for “worst misspelling of my name ever,” but this one’s just taken the top spot easily:
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I walked out the front door the morning after Halloween and saw this:
The black stuff was charred-on ash. Where did it come from? Not a clue.
Should I exorcise it or use it as a decoration?
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