No I saw a documentary and they fly at you like torpedoes
No I saw a documentary and they fly at you like torpedoes
This sounds incredible, thank you for posting. But now I’m left with wondering which edition I should try and get…
Cute pasta.
But it was a familiar meme template that I was happy enough to open in any setting; wasn’t expecting to be looking at tits.
Yep, that’s exactly how it works. They’re douchebags but this is how TMs work.
I like to dance in the shower. I’m basically driving behind the logging truck.
I’ve heard this phenomenon. That us Aussies go over there, especially to the south and are shocked at how cheerful ppl are with their small chat and how you goings as compared to here where we’re less inclined to strike up a conversation with a random.
But then I’ve had American friends explain that it’s all surface. That smiling yank agrees with Trump or reports their neighbours to the HOA for having grass over a centimetre high, or wants to go back to the good old days when the blacks knew their place.
Half the country wants Trump back. Fuck that.
And I promise I’m not stalking him. It’s only when I start reading comments that are unrelentingly pessimistic and dismissive of people’s suggestions that I notice his user name.
Yeah he’s an odd one. Just sulks all over Lemmy but gets the shits if you suggest that maybe, just maybe - this isn’t helping his situation. I assume it’s for attention at this point.
Nothing particularly wrong with this post so enjoy the discussion - but I’d warn you all not to spend too much time giving this guy your advice. He’s not here for it, he just wants to wallow, and he’ll get agro if you try to help him out.
Check out his post/comment history. It’s not worth your time.
I don’t know why, but I just felt the urge to go have a look at r/conservatives. It’s exactly what you imagine. Dear oh dear
No, no, the immigrants are eating the dogs, didn’t you know? He saw it on TV
Keep the day job for now and start volunteering what time you can spare to a cause that resonates with you.
That might be the night time soup kitchen, or planting trees with your local working bee, or companionship sessions with the local nursing home. You may find an idea for a vocation reveals itself, and be in a position to hear about any opportunities.
Lefty friendly and community work are pretty well aligned so I think that’s a start.
I feel you re IT and related industries. I just want to close my laptop and never open it again, but it’s not an option right now.
Be together in my ass
I binged it all a few years ago. Yeah… Never need to watch it again. It really overstays its welcome. So repetitive.
I’ve never tried lucid dreaming. I’m an insomniac so I’m just chuffed if I manage to get any sleep, let alone control my own universe.
But often when I do dream, I die in my dreams. Usually violently - gunshot or blunt instrument sort of deaths that I’m cowering from prior to. So I’m in genuine terror and horror before my death…And I swear, the millisecond before it happens (and I always wake up at the time of death) I feel the pain of it.
It’s pretty fucked, tbh. I’ve lived a peaceful life with very little violence in it, and guns certainly aren’t a thing here. So I don’t know my brain can’t just chill out.
Anyway - it’s why I’m a little frightened to try lucid dreaming. At least in spite of the fear there’s a sense of inevitability about my deaths in these dreams (i.e. my murderer has found me in my hiding place), somehow I feel like it’d be worse if I was trying and failing to fight back, or if I prolonged the inevitable death by trying to outsmart the person? Or could I just shut down that plot completely?
Thanks for the session, do I just pay the receptionist on the way out or will you just invoice me?
Might not be a live specimen
Being a human Eeyore is okay every once in a while. But this almost seems like a hobby for you. Go read a book or something. You’re clearly not enjoying the online experience, you get the shits with anyone who engages with you here… So what’s the point?
Oh mine got the memo. They lay peacefully, horizontally in my jaw, like little Saddam Husseins until they decided they wanted to visit other parts of my jaw and make friends along the way.