Eric and Ilsa of the Vancouver area have a problem, you guys. A serious problem. Although their net monthly income is approximately $25,000, they find that this is not enough to afford to build a modest $1.1 million dollar home, now that their relatives are selling the home they've been able to live in, rent-free…
So, I engaged in a debate, against my better judgement with this kid I went to university with. This is a guy with a master's in political science. He has almost the same education as I do (mine is a bit longer-running but you get the idea). Anyhow, he posts this article about how women are oppressing men from…
I'm updating this for some important facts I should mention:
You are not Beyonce. Just because your Aunt Peggy said you had a lovely singing voice after your performance in Hello Dolly in 7th grade does NOT mean the whole world needs to hear you sing "Power of Love" at full volume while walking home from the train station after a long day at work, dealing with incredibly…
When something I've been saying for the past month goes ignored until a man says the exact thing and then it's suddenly valid.
I'll qualify this post by noting that more people in the world have it worse than most of the US, but I live and work in the US, the Pacific NW, in particular, and that's my lens at the moment.
It is sometimes so hard to fucking figure out which is the primary reason why my thoughts are being invalidated in professional circles.
So, my hard drive died a few months ago and I had to replace it. Cheaper than buying a new computer, but still. Not so cheap.
But I can't get this fucking song out of my head. I KEEP SINGING THIS JINGLE AND I'M SO ANGRY.
Hello my favorite online buddies!
Forget the last post. I may have booze but with the fucking family drama going on it won't be enough. I'm this close to being completely done with his family.
Two minor pieces of rage regarding my question about the Liam Neeson/Emma Thompson relationship in Love, Actually.
where the sound of other people eating induces rage. Or maybe it's just that my cubicle neighbor, who seems to have a particularly resonant head, is always chewing ice. And then complaining about how cold she is.
This is me today. So I am at work doing what I can to keep the work plate spinning while doing what I can to deal with all of this and try to get some basic information out of the system.
How best to sadness/rage/depression/disappointment/revenge shop.
I feel so bad for my stepkid, and just have to rant to someone for a minute. No mainpage.
I just got rejected from another job I interviewed for. This one would have paid a lot more and actually been something interesting and would have provided opportunities in the future.