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my central air broke this summer and caused a little bit of water damage. when the HVAC guy saw the damage he gave me a card for a local handyman who could fix it. when I told him i knew how to remove the damage and then hang and finish new drywall he looked like he wanted to cry with excitement. he then went on a

For fuck's sake people. Nice is BASELINE. Nice is on the same level as "doesn't have shit under his fingernails." Can we stop acting like "Nice" is a major quality to have? It's not. nice is not making fun of people in wheelchairs. Nice is holding a door open for someone without expecting a god damned medal. Nice is

i've worked with children for the entirety of my adult life. I taught remedial math and english to kids in New Orleans who couldn't go back to school after Katrina. I worked with kids in haiti right after the 2010 earthquake. I taught a STEM curriculum to kids in Camden, NJ. I got three degrees in developmental

there is nothing about that scenario that doesn't creep me out.

those would probably work just as well, yes.

a tampon stuck in the neck of a water bottle will filter all the grit out of water and a drop of bleach is enough to sanitize 1 cup of water, so in a pinch water can be made pure pretty quickly with supplies that are easy enough to grab/loot.

i forget sometimes that most people don't naturally have a ludicrous amount of volume. that's what my hair looks like when i wake up after a night of drinking.

it may ruin the friendship temporarilly, but if things work out she may thank you for it one day. It took my friend nearly a year to speak to me after i told his parents he was addicted to heroin, but when he did the first thing he said was "thanks, you saved my life."

it's not much worse than his original form while shooting. maybe next he'll learn how to hold his bow the right way.

You know, it's said winston churchill was a stutterer, so he would rehearse things to say to terrible lovers ahead of time so that in the event someone whispered "now you're my property" into his ear he would be prepared with a snappy comeback. Perhaps we should all take a page from his book.

yes. yes you can. this recipe is awful.

seriously.

Can't i have mixed emotions about this? can't i be sad about shoddy breeding practices but ALSO want to stick my face in his belly and go "Woodly woodly woo!!!"

...that's disctintly possible. i would like to meet his stylist and have them work some magic on my fiance so that we may enjoy an evening of hilarious roleplaying.

oh my god, i am so ashamed of the deep and unflinching crush i have on that man.

i'm just so sad thinking that somewhere out there a woman has had this said to her. I want to give her a word of encouragement.

No, it's wonderful. I would not be able to regain my wits quickly enough to make a snappy comeback, my flight or fight instincts would kick in and i would just need to him as far away from me as possible.

agreed. the people i know i can count on in an emergency are the people i consider family.

if a man ever entered me and then whispered in my ear "you're my property now." he would be out of my house so quickly he wouldn't even have time to put his clothes on.

seriously. at 24 i finally started to realize how much energy i wasted by being down on myself, and here's this girl just soaring along.