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Good Indian food does; there are a number of Indian restaurants I’ve tried where the recipes are ‘Americanized’ — i.e., blanded down so as not to offend palates unused to food outside of the range of basic American fare — and it was depressing. There’s a little hole-in-the-wall place I found that, while it doesn’t

I have to believe fish and chips is the result of this being delivery. No one likes stodgy, luke-warm fried food. Fish and chips (and any fried food) needs to be fresh out the fryer. Any food that is full of nice heat-retaining sauces (or doesn’t need to be hot) is going to win out in delivery.

Spoiler alert: everybody dies (eventually)

What we think of as “the 80s” is really what, 1981-1986? The late 80s is almost it’s own entirely different thing (and in most ways worse except maybe if you’re into dance music)

Vastly different attitudes about money is a huge strain. My ex didn’t give a damn at all and I can be extremely OCD micromanaging about it. Like I literally want to account for every penny. (And of course hypocritically, I can be absolutely instant impluse spender when it’s something I want, so she totally had legit

The problem is, I promise you that in the past the tantrums and entitlement worked just fine for him—at least until various partners and parents got fed up and booted him.

Last nice was bacon wrapped dates and goat cheese. Tonight is Brussels sprouts and bacon in the air fryer bc it’s hot.

I don't think that you necessarily sabotaged yourself,  I think you two just happened to move in and make a big move at a time when the world was way outside of its normal functioning. You moved in together (I think) when no one had work as a bartender, so you couldn't know that he would end up deciding he was retired

Thanks. It’s baffling to me, but I’ve always been incredibly self reliant because growing up I couldn’t count on my parents to reliably do anything positive or good for me. So I do not understand the dumping of all of one’s responsibilities and expecting someone else to figure it out and make things right. 

That sounds like fun—I’m a big fan of intentional anachronism. It kept me through the first few Outlander books until they got too terrible.

Well, first off, yayyy for the vaccine! I’m with you—I got my second vaccine on Thursday and am waiting my two weeks before letting myself loosen up a bit (and we’re in a delta variant hotspot) but I’m feeling good about this (knock on wood).

Hello! As of yesterday I am fully vaccinated! Woo hoo Panama; lots of Latin America unfortunately remains in the weeds, virus-wise. Panama is doing well getting its people vaccinated, with free shots for everyone over 30 in a lot of locations around the country. So I’m going to drum circle on Wednesday for sure,

I’m surprised dunkin donuts doesn't have an Arnold Palmer in their slushy line up all ready. 

No gay activities over here, I finished a book, and am reading another book on my back porch right now, the wind out here feels really nice. I hope everyone out west is is keeping cool. It’s not too hot here in Southern New England, but the humidity is kind of oppressive.

In the nearly 2 years I’ve been here, this is the first time a comment has made me choke on my coffee. Excellent joke. My hat is firmly tipped!

22.5 = 15 actual years behind bars. That being said, Fuck-face will be in adseg (solitary confinement) for every second of those 15 yrs. 15 yrs of solitary will feel like 30 to him. He will break and loss his mind. Plus there’s the constant threat of knowing that he’s the biggest inmate target imaginable, should he

22.5 yrs will do. But... I know someone who got 40 yrs for Marijuana. He didn’t kill anybody. Ijs. 

Good. Enjoy jail, bitch.

if they’re taking that long to do that in the shower they’re either really really good at it

So that’s what men are doing when they take thirty-minute showers. I had no idea!”