MyFitnessPal had a problem with anorexic using the app to compare their disordered eating in competition. From there it went downhill fast.
Mentally ill woman, adult, works for DIDDs (US).
I’m here to help!
MyFitnessPal had a problem with anorexic using the app to compare their disordered eating in competition. From there it went downhill fast.
Hopefully, one with quiet relief.
Mom wouldn’t want you miserable every year because of her.
Loved me some Chip’s Challenge.
I love the way the smoke seems to be coming off of the top of it…
Love that the blood is represented.
Period poops finally getting their horrible, horrible time to shine.
Your name implies a bias toward the lack of value with regard to the well-being of the modern anus.
“Programmed to respond to over 700 questions, none of which include chicken fingers.” - Sergeant Vatred
Holy crap. Thank you.
Sorry I’m OOTL; what quote?
I understand why this is frustrating and am not trying to take that from you, but thought you’d enjoy knowing that the last old lady who I confronted about calling my girlfriend as my girlfriend (in the platonic sense) was genuinely confused about my irritation, since “isn’t that the best part of having a girlfriend instead of a boyfriend? That they’re also your best friend? I always thought you two really got that part right.”
It’s some arethestraightsokay stuff (and happened in like 2004) but I thought it might give you a smile.
“Started?” Here in Tennessee we never stopped calling each other girlfriend.
But as others said, “Partner.” I use it to talk about my boyfriend (since I’m a well-known demi person locally and the sex of whoever I’m with can be a massive question mark.)
This is just The Game for kids.
I guess I’m a Boomer now.
“Coomer” shit isn’t funny. It’s always felt weirdly anti-man to me and I’m not even a man!
Now we called them demotivationals because they were made in reaction to motivationals, which were all the rage in Shelbyville. And one demotivational was worth ten motivationals. ‘Gimme one for the ten,’ you’d say, and you would post your motivationals so the wizards of memes could photoshop them, or you might say “shop.” Which was the style at the time.
You could always tell a shop from some of the pixels, or from seeing quite a few shops in your time. Whichever was easier.
(I put way more effort into this than it called for.)
I’m white. I have blue eyes. And when I was young, my hair was red. I was working retail, and this old lady said “Merry Christmas.”
Me: “Happy Holidays!”
Her: “It’s Merry Christmas. I know your boss doesn’t like it, but you should say it to me. So Merry Christmas.”
Me: “Are you Christian?”
Her: “Yes.”
Me: “Well, I’m not. So Happy Holidays.”
She got so stunned, like I’d slapped her. I was quite ready to get called in for being some kind of way with a customer but I guess she was too afraid of dealing with a heathen. Still, if you’ve ever worked retail, you’d know why this felt like a victory.
The thing about this is, you’re saying you have a small dick, but this is big dick energy for real.
Maybe someone needs to come up with a better name for it because it’s a very real phenomenon and most of us know exactly what it’s referring to.
I work in in-home health care and I go through so many pairs of gloves in a day…
But there’s no more hygenic option for cleaning up human waste so… just screwed.
I’ve been assured by several friends that they will happily eat my portion, as long as I participate in the hunt.
Which is the sort of community-based, inclusive solution I like best.
I’ve been singing this a lot lately.
They are explicitly complaining that there are several users posting content they don’t enjoy.
Don’t you know the entire fediverse is supposed to be cultivated to PatFussy’s personal taste?