Damn, the oxygen at your place must be mad crisp
Happy Monday! I had a relaxing couple of weeks off before starting my new job today, which mostly involved learning how THIS company does things I did in a slightly different way at my old job. But still good! Anyway, onto internet stuff.
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TWEETS!
REDDIT!
A very weird situation that ends up being one of the the stupidest plans a man has ever come up with:
I'd gotten a cute vase of daffodils since luckily I'd found some in bloom and my bf's mom really loves them, but my bf suddenly got really mad and asked why I kept bringing stuff over every week like his parents were "a charity case". Honestly I got super confused and asked him what the problem was and that I've always done this with everyone including his friends since we met. That it was a cultural thing but then he got even madder and told me to stop imposing my culture on everyone and it's weird since I'm white.
Time to throw the whole man out:
I used to use pads for my periods but recently was able to start using tampons (I have medical problems) in comparison, Tampons work 10x better for me, especially when I'm outside...say like at work or traveling. My husband Ryan hates them, he never truely gave a reason other than just say...he doesn't feel comfortable with me using them .
I can’t help but admire this person who found out her husband was cheating on her (with her high school bully), and instead of confronting him, just told him she wanted a divorce and refused him any closure. Ice fucking cold.
His phone was on the table and he got a notification, from Messenger. So he had forgotten to delete the app before meeting me. When I saw her name I told him Oh! Is that (her name). You know she used to bully me in school back when we both lived in (town). He froze. Oh haven’t I told you about her? I told him everything she did and how it affected me. how she never apologized about anything. He was silent the whole time and just looked at me. I ended it with be careful with her. I don’t think she’s changed much to tell you the truth. He grabbed my arm and just watched my face like he wanted to see if I knew something.
And just like the user promised, this photo unlocked a whole bunch of childhood memories for me.
TUMBLR!
(via catsi.)
(via sleepyurl, thread found here.)
(via canadiangold.)
(via typekast.)
And here’s a great post about the time Yahoo tried to make Tumblr users use OneID.
TIKTOK!
I continue to be furious that Toronto won’t allow skunks as pets.
For when you wake up and choose violence.
Wait… would this actually work? For when I need to exercise but feel too overwhelmed by everything to do it? Oh my goodness.
This makes me sad that my cat doesn’t like being held for longer than ten seconds.
Work smarter, not harder.
If you need a date, try bringing up cow regional dialects.
Meeting up with friends after the last several weeks/months/years.
ARTICLES!
No one cares about your redesign, Garbage Day
Are you mentally ill, or very unhappy? Psychiatrists can’t agree, The New Statesman
How To Murder a Good Idea With Conventional Wisdom, In These Times
Rayne Fisher-Quann Deconstructs the Weirdness of Online Womanhood, Vanity Fair
That’s all for me today, gorgeous! Talk to you soon.
Love,
Kat