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The apartment complex changed out all the laundry machines so that they no longer take coins 'because some buildings had had issues with people breaking the machines to steal the money'. [ not this building, word got around that I will put your head through the wall if I catch you being stupid ] They only take cards and phone-transfer thingie now. I go out of my way to get a rechargeable garbage card to keep my real card safe only that card isn't 'valid' currently because there's like a million stupid things that go into actually getting one of those things to function to ensure that you aren't some sort of Canadian jihadist trying to launder money $20 at a time. So I was forced to use my real card to do laundry today. If you switch things around so you don't have to travel to collect the coins [ real reason - laziness ], how exactly the hell am I supposed to trust that you will be inspecting these things regularly to ensure that no one modifies them with skimmers? I may know what to look for since I work with the pin pads at my work but how many others are even going to realize something is off with these things?

The Metalocalypse movie. With mustaches. In Portuguese. If they are feeling extra super lazy, whatever is playing on one of the other channels like TruCrime plays on [ as ] as long as it's technically appropriate for the time frame.

Amazon has merkins and they want to know if I want to review one. EWWWWWWWWWWWW. End review.

You've been jealous of my bifocals since bifocals were invented.

I have an alchemy circle rug from Full Metal Alchemist in my living room and it's started to move around in the middle of the night. You are an inanimate object, start acting like one.

Yeah, I didn't want to actually point that out though. That said, his meds could be giving him a case of old dude mush-mouth too. He's on a few and sometimes when they got changed in the past, they'd cause him to sweat standing still.

I really do hope this means he's feeling much much better. The world needs more storytime with Uncle George.

Mattress with hair. Rancid crotch-pocket. Jenny McCarthy.

Actual fascists don't like it when all the things they demand [ like book bans, bathroom lockdowns, pronoun policing, laws stating that an entire gender is no longer allowed to make medical decisions about their own body, banning gender-specific care { which mysteriously doesn't include banning Viagra or testosterone 'cuz 'mah balls, mah RIGHTS' }, having someone physically 'inspect' the genitals of school children to ensure they are playing the right sports, voting restrictions to ensure only the 'right' people can vote ever, etc ] are called out as fascism so they are now going out of their way to claim everything is fascist in order to water down the meaning of the word to the populace.

The bread I keep losing to the tax-ass because I make too much to not pay and too little to not pay and get away with it.

I'm trapped in the stupidity of this and can't look away. Also, this is in my library right now.

I should be doing my taxes. Or working on projects 1-6 for Con. Instead, *clicks on cat videos serially all day long because why not...

*The Complete Book of Magic & WItchcraft - Kathryn Paulsen. In case it was eating into anyone's brain.

Not an asshole because if you aren't feeling like being around people, being around people would likely MAKE you sick anyway. Plus, if you aren't in the mood to deal with the public, you'd just pull their fun down the toilet anyway. * * My feet hurt so much, I've been on them for too long this week and now everything is swollen and ouchie.

Dealing with a hospital that suddenly can't seem to find my insurance info [ when they managed to find it just fine last month ] and an insurance that isn't that great but it's all I have has given me new insight into why people just shave their heads while laughing manically. I still have my hair but damnit, I might shave my damn legs.

Honestly sounds like the real problem is the time limit. People cramming 'nanners down their throat and then power chugging pop? Big surprise when you can't belch out the gas without the mushed 'nanners following. Damn kids these days. Get off my lawn.

I wasn't really feeling like food but knew I needed to eat something today. Ended up eating an entire packet of mashed potatoes. Now I'm burping up fake cheese-n-bacon molecules and hating life.

Trust me, dude. You are NOT alone in this. I sometimes think that doctors half-ass things when they don't feel like dealing with the actual work that would go into finding out what is going on and fixing it.

I swear there's a fishing game in every Zelda game if you look hard enough.

Gods damnit. >.<

Nah, 'cuz Anime is teh s uck' made people think they hated anime but most of those Inmates had anime collections that would make otakus blush with shame. Except maybe Max. Anything he collects may or may not get you on a list somewhere. The 1.31 incident was caused by non-fans not knowing what a Mooninite was and thinking a lite-brite version of one flipping the bird was some anarchist bomb waiting to go off. No one ever thought otherwise.

If you want to fly for free, just tell them you'll sit by the emergency exit with an extra roll of duct tape.

A couple of things to try - - take a photo of the item in question if it's got a real sentimental attachment going on but has no possible value in being kept, that way you have a physical memory of the thing without the thing and when you feel that yes, you can release it, you can choose to delete the photo. It's like a delayed release without the hoarding. If you don't want to delete the pic, that's fine too. - thank the item for it's service in your life. Yeah yeah, it's a Marie Kondo thing and I'm not a total fan of hers but the act of thanking it is a psychological thing - it tells your brain that you are fine with releasing that item so your brain stops going off about how you are missing that something for no real reason whatsoever. * * * I was told I need to try using a special wedge pillow to sleep on at night to try dealing with nausea so I got one. Now all my dreams consist of me trying to get some sleep or at least take a needed nap but no one will let me sleep because wedge pillows are the mortal enemies of the side sleeper, apparently.

Gifts suggestions for a few years down the road when the kid can really enjoy things - - tubs of cotton candy - pop - desktop drum set Bonus, all three on the same day is pure chef's kiss. I'm the FUN Aunt.