You deserve to have your beliefs questioned constantly and your opinions undermined to the point of hysterical doubt.
It has been hours since it happened and I’m still sitting here deeply upset by it.
At some point a forlorn eight-year-old (wearing something that could only be described as ‘thrifted burlap,’ natch) sauntered up to me and asked, “What are those?” An evil smile crossed my face as I dumped a pile onto his plate and thought to myself, “You’ll never be the same!” Do things like that.
Hearing noises when I drive my car. Thinking I hear noises when I drive my car. Thinking about hearing noises when I drive my car.
She wanted the interviewer to ask about her intentions, what was the purpose of her work?
My computer? You can have it. I’ll get another one. I can do that because I have a job and I get money; I don’t steal it, I make it.
Even if you keep your identity concealed, if you behave horribly enough, someone will do some internet sleuthing to figure out who you are.
If you think about it, there is actually no way for you to ever see what you truly look like, to see your body in reality.
Does the shirt cover four inches of crotch/thigh area, AT LEAST? Are the leggings somehow embellished to make them more “pant-like”?
Heresy. You must love pigeons.