Tag: fml

lenyberry:

arctic-silence:

positive-memes:

Self improvement and ambition at any age should be celebrated

I knew there was something that bothered me about this post. It’s condescending as fuck.

this just in it’s condescending to say that trying to achieve a goal even if you’re either older than the usual age at which to do it or farther away from it than most of the other people in your immediate vicinity is an attempt to better oneself

this just in: if you’re not already a college grad with a degree or over the BMI’s “healthy” weight just throw in the towel and do whatever, don’t even try, because trying means you’re pandering to the majority or something.

That Damn Cat!

I woke up just before five this morning. I decided I wanted tea, as you do. Turns out my new teacups are not microwave safe. (Few are.) so I need the kettle. 

There is no room to fill the kettle. One side of the sink has required cleaning for weeks, with some truly grody dishes waiting for me because, quelle surprise! being in a depressive funk will do that to a person. So… I start tackling the dishes. Grumbling some too, because there are MORE dishes now on the “utterly filthy don’t put anything else in there or risk contaminating it!” side of the sink… for some reason.

So… I start in on ALL of them. And then proceed to turn the water as hot as possible to tackle some of the glass cups I know will scrub off if I just practically boil them and wash them a dozen times. (they have a cut pattern so… extra cleaning is very necessary.) It takes me two hours. I say what the fuck, I’ll scrub out the stainless steel sink with some brillo, and then sweep and scrub the spots off the floor. I do that…

I need a shower. Pretty desperately, at this point. so I leave everything; including my partner’s tea kettle/brew master thing; recently scrubbed and pretty and go to get a shower. Well… fuck. Ok so the shower is a mess and fuck this bathroom. So, what do? I spray the shower with foaming soap, scrub off the sink, sweep and dust-buster the floor, and rinse down the sink and the bathroom ledge. (It’s important to note, the ledge is INSIDE the shower.) 

I start to scoop out the litter tray and take out the trash… as soon as my back is turned, I hear a loud crash and the sound of water. 

That FUCKING GOD DAMNED CAT tried to jump on the ledge, got caught on the shower hose; our showerhead attaches to a hose for ease of self and shower cleaning; and BROKE THE RING that holds it onto the wall mount. So I have to go wrap a towel around the fucking mount, unscrew the hose, and push down the stopper so water stops running to the shower head.

I was reduced to kneeling on the shower floor, taking a splash bath, just to get clean enough so I can now go to Target, pick up a NEW shower head, and try to install it. I officially hate everything.

gladiatoroftheorists:

thoodleoo:

13lizardsinatrenchcoat:

thoodleoo:

the real reason pompey and caesar started a civil war against each other is that they were both alexander the great kin and didn’t want doubles

hey? thoodleoo? i love your blog but this is Unacceptable. 

yall can get as mad as you want but that wont stop it from being true

@house-of-crows true Roman history is so great

I…. I just….. but…. b-but…. n-…. oh what the FUCK-

charminglyantiquated:

A) are there runes in the ferry terminal? and B) what are the runes in the ferry terminal

@lokeanconcubine Tagging you for this because my last lesson in Runic was like, 2011. The upside down anarchy symbol is *hand wiggle* and the arrow is either indicating direction read, or something I can’t parse. Is the thing on the far right an attempt at hieroglyphs…? I see Defense, Separation, and…. is that the Plow? 

So… Laguz reversed, Confusion… Madness? And upright… Water/Life- Dreams? And then Othala, Inheritance? Experience…? This is making my eyes cross, I swear. It’s been too damn long. Help?

jumpingjacktrash:

otherpeoplescreativity:

alltheladiesyouhate:

i’m thinking abt that scene in pride and prejudice (2005) where catherine de bourgh tells collins he can’t sit next to his wife at dinner and now i’m imagining married lizzy and darcy at a dinner party and the host is like “oh mr darcy!!! you can’t sit with your wife!” and he’s just like “please… she’s my only friend”

oh but! 

the point of inviting a bunch of your buddies to a dinner party used to be “I totes think all y’all would enjoy getting to know each other”

to the point that being at a big dinner party meant, in a lot of cases, you did not have to wait for someone to actually introduce you to someone else; being under the same roof counted as introduction enough. So yeah, in theory your host/hostess would make a point of introducing strangers to each other in person when they arrive, but in practice everyone got busy real fast with the “let’s hang” part. 

And then, once everyone has arrived and mingled a little, it’s time to go to table. The hostess has spent some serious emotional labor on matching up who sits where so everybody will have a chance at interesting conversations on your left and right (and maybe, if it’s a skinny table, with the person seated directly opposite). 

This does not work, this leads to bored and miserable people, if you seat spouses/partners/best friends next to each other. They talk to each other all the time already! They can talk to each other on the way home! 

So, for the two or three hours of being at the table, let’s get Darcy sitting next to Mrs. Morticia Addams on his left and Ms. Hua Mulan on his right, let’s have Lizzie sit between Colonel Jim Rhodes and Mr. August Fenwick, let us for all that is healthy and reasonable please seat Messrs. Tulio and Miguel not only away from each other but also nowhere near Ms. Carmen Sandiego, oh drat someone get me another sheet of paper because I have to start this seating chart all over again.

i’m now imagining the party hostess drinking heavily over her guest list and trying to work out the seating for this fabulous party

“if i put dorian gray next to irene adler i don’t THINK anything will explode but i can’t put kentaro moto on her other side or he’ll arrest her during the coffee and nuts, which would cast a pall over the entire gathering, i’d better put him amongst the academics, he’ll listen nicely to dr foster – yes, and mr odinson can take morticia’s other side, she’ll keep him from shouting down the table at foster – but what on earth am i going to do with captain harkness? why did i invite him? what was i thinking??”

no but you guys this is literally what hosting a dinner party is like it is so insanely hard to get right and if you don’t everyone’s pissed off at you for making it awkward