I’m in California too and I’ve noticed the same thing. Days on end with no mail of any sort. I get my meds by mail, and can’t reorder until i’m almost out, so that’s pretty stressful. At least I already know where my ballot drop point is and can get to it.

What a petty nest of vipers. Every. Single. One.

I bet if you had shown up, he would have asked for a threesome.

Right?!? I’ve been on one date in the last six years. I know part of the problem is that I’m an introverted homebody, but still, all my friends are riding that dating merry-go-round.

I had a guy dump me and then was engaged 3 WEEKS later. He swore up, down and sideways that there was no overlap.

Customer: “I’m looking for a book about that guy that climbed a mountain”

I’m currently eating some gorgonzola gnocchi and watching Black Panther(again). I’d high five you from my couch, but I don’t have the energy.

Not to mention, removing the dust jacket really reduces the value of the book.

I used to have several bookcases full, and I always had them arranged “just so”. Now, I’m tired of moving them and I can’t see well enough to read small print. I have pared it down to about 30 books that are either autographed, or are out of print.

Former bookstore worker and library aide here,  my former co-workers and I still remind each other about books we were able to find using the least amount of information.

Spines lined up, grouped by genre, dust free shelf...I approve.

We used to have decorators come into the used bookstore I worked at and buy books “by the yard”. A little bit of my soul died each time.

I once organised my books by color, but only because I was really broke one time but wanted to decorate my room. I made blocks of color with them and put some of the art books on picture easels.

Oh, that drives me bonkers. If I accidentally run my fingernails across the page, I get nauseous.

Wow, she shot right past creeper straight towards stalker rapist. 

Good.

He’s throwing her right under the bus. I hope she fights back. *warms up the popcorn maker*

I feel bad that their kids now have to deal with their parent’s hypocrisy and sex lives exposed. My smug cousin posted a “Proud Papa” picture of his son’s first day at Liberty College this morning on social media. I’m nearly having to sit on my hands to keep from commenting on his page.

It makes me think there might be something far more serious going on behind the scenes.

I’m assuming that they fired the actual groundskeeper and hired a bunch of day laborers for cheap(and then stiffed them on payment)