I think. I put WAY too many drops into this drink and now I’m just going ick gross yuck nast even though the flavour itself isn’t bad? It’s just… not awesome.
On the note of spiders: DON’T KILL THE SPIDERS DON’T. On the note of phones: I cannot sympathyse with you phone-owning folk.
I love spiders, I coexist with them very happily. Until they are on me. Once they are touching my skin, they must die. Otherwise, they can chill anywhere they like. We bros, me and the spiders. (It was just a handy example because something like 99% of people lose their shit at the sight of a spider but they’re such bros, man, they keep those fuckin mosquitoes away and you best believe I will move mountains to kill mosquitoes I hate those fuckers)
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DO YOU SEE WHAT THIS IS? A CHEESE BLOG. OMFG.
Brb laughing forever
Like on the one hand, I’m a ‘fitblr’ (using the term in it’s ABSOLUTE loosest sense here) so in reality that pee would have been something like 99.9% water and 0.1% pee, but it’s a completely psychological thing with me— if there’s a spider in my bed and I don’t know it, then I don’t care. If there is a spider in my bed and I DO see it, then it’s threat level 500000 call a priest, call an ambulance, call the national guard. It’s the exact same spider, but it’s my knowing about it that creates the danger. Likewise, the fact that I know this thing has been in the toilet makes it the grossest thing ever, whereas if someone dropped it in the toilet, dried it off and gave it back to me without telling me, I’d never know and I’d be happy to keep using it!
Unfortunately, I DO know it’s been in my pee, and as it stands, it’s an unhappy phone for it. It tuned on, but swears up and down it has no battery (okay smart ass, if you have no battery then how are you ON?) and that it’s January 1st, 2000. The home button isn’t working, and the screen is doing an poltergeist-style flicker. I think my bb might be a goner.
Hope it wasn’t an expensive phone? D: Fish it out, take it apart and dry it off as best you can, then put it in a bag of rice for a day or two. Heard that works!
I’ve got it sitting in a container of rice in the hopes that it dries itself out, but even if it does… it’s been IN MY PEE. I kind of don’t want this thing near my face again EVER. Ew ew ew!
I DROPPED MY PHONE IN THE TOILET
"Real food" is a term I dislike almost as much as "real women," and for many of the same reasons…
Right this minute, there is someone going through chemotherapy shopping at your grocery store, buying popsicles and ice cream to help their sore mouth, and worrying what the cashier is going to think.
There is someone on hemodialysis buying white bread instead of whole wheat, trying to keep their phosphorus levels reasonable between appointments and hoping for the best.
There is a person attending intensive outpatient treatment for their eating disorder who has been challenged by their therapist to buy a Frappuccino.
There are dietitians picking up a dozen different candy bars to eat with their clients, who feel ashamed and guilty about enjoying them.
There is someone who just doesn’t have it in them to cook right now, and this frozen pizza and canned soup will keep them going.
There are people recovering from chronic dieting and semi-starvation who are buying chocolate and chips at their deprived body’s insistence.
All around us are people listening to what their bodies need and attempting to make the best possible choice within a context of overwhelming food pressure. All of their choices are valid, and every single one of these foods is “real.”
This is the best post I have seen in awhile. I pictured a faceless typical anime professor and you sitting on a desk in a schoolgirl outfit with ridiculous anime eyes being like, “Oh Senpai!” but in a strong Australian accent and it made my life.
lmao, no, more like Evan has to ask said professor a question regarding work stuff, steps ten centimetres into his office, starts [BREATHING HEAVILY] and has to be escorted to the health centre for evaluation. Or I’ll just start giggling hysterically and pass out from a lack of oxygen, and have to be taken to the health centre for evaluation. EVERY SCENARIO ENDS IN THE HEALTH CENTRE.