I’ve got like 300 little landmines of cursed knowledge I have embedded into the head of my partner, each of them primed for a different visceral response.
There was a single (one) cockroach in my apartment last night, and for the entire time it was visible I was perfectly comfortable. I successfully moved the lad outside and when I came back in I was immediately fearful that I would see so many more.
Like the dude was just chilling on my floor, and I get that, sometimes it’s nice inside. I don’t want it to sound like this, but I really hope he doesn’t have any friends.
I think getting my finger caught in the door should be a minor injury. There is no reason I should be in this much pain for a stupid thing, it’s just a finger, why must it hurt for 2 weeks
We are pretty much in the “early 2000’s” historically, but we wouldn’t really see it that way.
Future historians are gonna talk about our time period like we’d talk about the early 1700’s but the early 2000’s in my mind is pretty much just 2001 to 2010
Nothing has made me happier than finally having earbuds again. I can finally exist in social situations without being blasted from both ends by conversation and sound.