I have a dog, so no glue traps. I’ve had good luck with the snap traps in the past, combined with mouse proofing efforts.

Twitter dude situation gave me a good chuckle because it was such a petty little meltdown, mixed with the ‘so I stop being interesting as soon as I’m not readily fuckable?’ situation. Twitter ain’t a dating app, get on Tinder if you want that experience.

Yeah, I’ve had luck with the snap traps in the past, PB and a chocolate chip smushed in there for good measure. So far that and oddly enough the anti-flea cedar spray I use as an additional layer of flea protection in the house (along with all the drugs, preventatives etc) seems to be keeping them at bay. No new…

I moved about a month and a half ago. It’s a lovely little apartment in a lovely old victorian house, in a very walkable place and it’s saving me loads of money and I have lots of windows and my dog and my boyfriend.

Same. I tried to read on my deck the other day and go no less than two dozen mosquito bites in like 15 minutes. 

I hear ya. Getting my bloodwork done is a mess—I have the cholesterol of a 70 year old obese man...as a straight size 30 something year old woman. Every year the same conversation, every year the veggie intake goes up, the exercise increases and the numbers.....stay the same.

I made the world’s saddest red velvet cake. It wasn’t red. It wasn’t very chocolatey. It wasn’t very velvety. It’s mostly a bland, vaguely brick colored, dry cake. Whomps Whomps. It’s been a really bunch of swings and misses for my baking lately. I’m choosing to blame the horrific humidity at all times. Next week I’m…

I work in the city and one of our sites has one of the few public restrooms available in our part of town.

1712 historic home. No way of having a bathroom onsite.

At the last site I worked at, one of the public restrooms in the middle of the park was known for this. Unfortunately it was also the only restroom that was available for staff if we were working one of the historic homes.

I did not follow your advice. There was gagging. 

oh my god, you got cholera.

I thought tri-state area was NJ/PA/DE

I do miss wawa when it was a legit deli. I like the touch screens, as a point of ease, but also as a point of not having to wait in line to have a person take your order on those little sheets.

I would be, but today I piled some tortilla chips in a bowl, threw a handful of cheese on top and threw it in the microwave. I scooped out half of an almost gone but not yet avocado and threw that on top.

The New Yorker just had a very interesting article about post traumatic growth, notably from grief. I found it a very enlightening look at that ‘the world looks a bit different’ bit

The first year is definitely the most acutely horrible. I grieved about two months early for everything, so I’d be fine on the actual days when people were reaching out, but a puddle two months before.

The ashes are weirder than you think. I don’t even know how to describe my relationship with first a relatively small but heavy box of them, and now a pretty urn of them.

Top loading VCRs. Now there’s something I haven’t thought about in ages. 

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