I’ve been focusing hard on my job, and received feedback from a C Suite Exec this week that he is impressed with my professionalism and interpersonal abilities, especially when meeting with other execs or company lawyers. He even has started coming directly to me because, quote, “Shit gets done when you’re involved.” This is huge to me because I’m impossibly awkward in social circles and mostly a shut-in neckbeard, but somehow it works for me at my job.

I also received recognition in the form of a beautiful glass plaque from the CEO this year, and it feels amazing.

I crawled my way up from homelessness to stability and now I’m rocking it at my job. Feels good man.

I know it’s a bit taboo and perhaps unwise to put so much emphasis on your job, but it’s what brings me happiness because I’ve struggled and fought to get to where I am now. My success has afforded me a comfortable upper-middle-class life and I’m still kind of shocked that it all came to fruition. Went from sleeping under the underpass to a penthouse condo in less than two decades.

Fuck yeah, the zoo is awesome. Thanks for the neat pics.

Facebook Dating is unironically miles beyond any other free dating service. That and Buy Nothing keeps me using the site.

Absolutely none of that feels good to breasts in my experience, but thank you for the info!

As someone without balls, can you explain?

“It’s ok babe, I’m good, my thighs are sore.”
“No, I’m gonna get you off tonight!”

Sometimes the kind thing to do is just fake it. It doesn’t mean the sex was bad, it doesn’t mean I wasn’t satisfied. But getting to the Big O is often times just too much trouble.

Sometimes you just want the fucking to end but he won’t give up.

I think “is” is grammatically correct here. Teams is the name of the application, singular.

Do you mean the salad bowl?

Depends on how difficult it was. If they hauled the furniture up a flight of stairs, toss them a few bucks. If they drop it at the curb or just inside the door, no. I just had a fridge delivered and carried up four flights of stairs and tipped $50 because it was a huge pain in the ass for them.

No, I don’t think they’re the same. I was taking the knowledge the poster above provided and brainstorming options.

I laid awake last night thinking if it would be possible to make an elaborate Excel spreadsheet to accomplish this. I need to research more about the specifics of menstrual cycles, but I think it wouldn’t take that much effort. It could be disguised as something else and shared freely, and people could store it locally to ensure privacy.

Anxiety disorder? Panic disorder? PTSD? Probably best to start with a medical doctor, then a psychologist if needed.

I don’t know much about menstrual cycles. Wouldn’t it be easier and just as effective to track with pen and paper?

I was dating a person who worked in the nonprofit space. They organized a gala focused on education for black students, and I was invited as their +1. It was a super fancy black tie event - something that is far outside of my norm or comfort zone. I met the creator of Abbott Elementary, and she was an amazing person. She even invited me to her birthday party (I didn’t go).

Does your roommate wear makeup? Might be foundation on their fingers?

You’re not missing much - they’re dry and flavorless. Club crackers that you crush are miles better.

I’d gladly devour that depending on the price but I wouldn’t pay more than $2.50 for it. I know a Great Value bun when I see it.

I’m two months into a diet and my hungry ass thought this was a pizza party

I think the tiniest sliver of silver lining is that republicans seem to want states to decide on a whole slew of things, meaning that any anti-trans legislation likely won’t mean I need to leave the country, only sell my house and move to another state and pray I can find a job there.

This timeline sucks.