Whomever thought talking the shit out of our issues with a therapist is the path to healing or some crap like that, they definitely weren’t the ones with the issues.
Nothing hits the spot more than cancelation of a mandatory 8am weekly team meeting.
Dog sitting my friend’s husky; man they talk and talk and talk and talk, then they scream and scream and finally talk a bit more.
Could somebody explain why ticks were necessary to exist? What was the purpose behind the creation of ticks? Bloodsucking motherfuckers.
I feel like Pedro Pascal would thrive here.
One thing I hate, probably even more that hearing lies, is to repeat myself constantly because it just shows the person I’m talking to doesn’t value or bother themselves enough to understand me in any way.
here's the deal b. i made billions selling all of you out, sure, but there are children in africa who'd trade places with you in an instant, b. maybe think of them instead of complaining about big tech, b. you better learn to meditate & listen to huberman, b. i have no dog in this fight, b. namasté
Trader Joe’s continuously disappointing me with their beer selection is adding to my therapy hours.