Wow, I hate how bipolar I get at this time of the month.
I go from mildly depressed to overly optimistic in a snap.
I feel oddly helpless.
I felt strangely proud of the kids, dancing on stage today. Like they’ve finally grown, come full circle, watching all their hard work pay off.
It feel even better knowing that my successor took everything I said seriously, and did the best job she could have.
idk, I’m just really happy right now.
| Sis: | My friend borrowed twenty dollars from me today to get a piercing. |
|---|---|
| Me: | Where? |
| Sis: | Her tongue. |
| Me: | Don't piercings there get infected pretty easily? |
| Sis: | Well, people think it's cool. |
| Me: | Not my kind of thing. |
| Sis: | I mean, cool. Metal. At room temperature. |
My sister has a folder named “porn” on her desktop.
Just to troll anyone who uses her computer.
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It may seem odd to condone their actions, but I believe that we need more people like this to help control the Earth’s rapidly growing population. I say at least one killer in every town, who kills at least two people a month. That way, the population should keep in check.
This person sounds like the Malthus of our generation.
Indeed. (Is he a clergyman with a passion for math, too?) Maybe he should do us a favour and off himself, then. More food and resources, all round!
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to convince her that this was never my choice.
At least she accepts me, to some extent.
It’s a start. Small victory.
Is it that difficult, to say the things we want to say?
Welcome to the revamped MDM.
I will not be posting much. Really.
