toooldforthiscrap
Toooldforthis
toooldforthiscrap

I'm not sure the world is ready for babies as beautiful as theirs would be.

I work in a supermarket right next to our cities international airport, so I serve a whole bunch of flight staff on the regular and it always makes me realise that I am so very, very glad that, even if I do have to serve a lot of assholes every day, at least I'm not stuck in a flying metal tube hundreds of metres in

Did I miss something? When did Fox start providing news coverage?

Oh my, these stories are all glorious! I genuinely couldn't pick my favourite if I was held at gunpoint! Maybe the crazy lady drinking from the tip cup? But then, bacon croissant man's persistence? The Maccas stoners?

I read "dressing process" and immediately thought of that bit in Clueless. I'm actually surprised the MC article doesn't including having a computer program to determine whether articles of clothing go together, with a cross referencing function for when you last wore an outfit and who saw you in it!

Or if you created one entirely by taking articles in magazines as Gospel.

Well, mine match. Only because I bought a massive box of them at Costco, because they were super cheap and good quality (or at least better quality than the wire ones that I bought in bulk from an op shop when I first moved out of home and which were so bent out of shape that they didn't hold clothes any more).

The only stuff IN my closet is goal clothing. The every day stuff is either in the waiting to be washed pile, the just washed basket or on my bedroom floor (which also doubles as the waiting to be washed pile). Adulting. I is doing it good.

I know! I almost couldn't read past that first, walk in closet part. All I could think was, why the fuck would I want to walk into my closet? Is fucking Narnia in there?! (pardon the interrobang)

So, here's how my guess at the round-tabling of this collection went.

So, I know when I think about celebrities likely to be in attendance at a Literary Festival, Lindsay Lohan automatically springs to mind.

haha, Yes! I work in a supermarket deli and we have a regular who is just a rude asshat. I served him yesterday and I put on the charm. Big smiles, polite, friendly. At the end, he snatched his food off me as I was asking if he wanted anything else and walked away without saying Thank You. I called out in my

I love you.

And I love you for this. And I think you are the most underpaid inhabitant of this planet. I don't care what you are paid, it's not enough!

This happened to me the entire time I was backpacking through Europe. Yes, I live in Australia. And no, comparatively it does not have a huge population. But it is a vast country with the population spread out around a large coast line. So the chances that I, who live in Brisbane, know your cousin, who lives in

That actually warms the cockles of my cold, dead heart. I have no desire at all to go to Disneyland, but your story is still beautiful.

What the everloving fuck IS THAT????

Then I'm happy to dance with the devil!

So, down here in the land of Oz, I came home from my midnight shift feeling utterly dispirited because my boss decided yesterday to publicly humiliate me by berating me for something which wasn't my fault in front of not only the entire staff but a whole bunch of customers as well. I was lying in bed, slightly tipsy

If either of those women say it, I'm taking it as gospel til my dying day.