I have a great therapist these days who has helped me a lot. I still hate therapy. I did finally figure out why, though. Because, with the exception of therapy and a couple of really great people, everyone I’ve ever been vulnerable in front of has weaponized it against me. So even though I know my therapist wouldn’t actually do that I’m still waiting on it to come back and bite me.
But can they sing? Do fathers on land reprimand their daughters?
Not just an 80s country singer. One that was mocked mercilessly as a big tit bimbo for years. She came out of that kind hearted and when Unknown Hinson came after her for preaching kindness there was such a backlash that he couldn’t play shows for a while and Adult Swim fired him from Squidbillies.
So they’re really trying to fix global warming!
Thing is, if it only happens a few times or once in a while that’s exactly how they treat it. But if the restaurants or drivers in your area are shitty and you’re constantly missing one item then your choices are to suck it up and pay for it or you can’t get delivery after a short while.
All of the formerly food delivery apps are like that. I hate it. And if you don’t get your stuff often enough or if the restaurant gets your order wrong too often they’ll tell you that you’re not allowed to get your money back anymore. And if you do a chargeback they won’t let you order until you pay them.
And that’s fine with me because I stopped using them a few years ago except once in a very great while. But I feel sorry for the people who rely on food delivery because they’re disabled or have time constraints due to working half a dozen jobs to make ends meet. I’ve got a buddy who can’t use Uber eats anymore because of this. He’s taking care of two kids and holding down a job that has him working far more than he should and he has no executive function and very little time left over.
I picked drinking and having a band. Except that’s also what I did from age 16 to 40. Maybe I’ve always been in crisis.
Not one I’d use.
This is actually the most clever way I’ve seen this done. But, just like with all art, I can say something is clever (or good, or technically proficient) and still hate it due to the content.
I am and same colors here.
I’m going to start my own pizza brand and label it “now with no asbestos!”.
I’m an independent consultant who works from home 99% of the time. My boss keeps sexually harassing me.
If you’re not shitting then you need to see a doctor, friend.
Otherwise, if it’s not your jam there’s nothing wrong with sitting it out. In fact I don’t recommend drinking as heavily as I have or take as many fun drugs as I used to (I can still do them but I choose to heavily limit myself) because there are long term consequences.
For me it’s the knees. I can still shit and bang and drink and do all the same fun drugs I did at 25. But I miss my cartilage.
I wear boots and hold a bottle of whisky. I don’t know why they wouldn’t include that on the list.
How dare anyone enjoy anything that I wouldn’t or couldn’t do myself!
There’s 7 of them. Maybe she should have swallowed a few.
Like Violent Femmes. It’s punk played on acoustic instruments.
I still remember every phone number from the day I learned to memorize phone numbers until I got my first cell phone. I remember my pager number. I remember my high school best friend’s parents’ number. I still know the number to the Mongolian BBQ joint that I ordered from when I was stationed in South Carolina. None of these are useful to me.
Also of no use is my icq number from the 90s that I remember.
However, the only useful numbers I remember are my main phone number, my parents land line (but that’s a holdover from before my first cell), and one friend who lives out of state. I don’t know anyone’s number who lives within 4 hours of me.
I don’t know what’s wrong with my brain.