Fiona Apple's "Oh Well"
"My peace and quiet was stolen from me/When I was looking with calm affection/You were searching out my imperfections/What wasted unconditional love/On somebody who doesn't believe in the stuff/Oh well."
Absolutely perfect when you're trying to pretend the breakup doesn't bother you, and perfect for that wonderful day when it actually doesn't.
@OxfordComma A pattern for you. Flowers, hearts and/or decorative tampon images up to you.
By SarahP on Friday Open Thread
@breccalynn 1.) Don't snoop.
2.) Trust your instincts. If you're feeling weird about how your relationship is going, there might be a reason.
TALK TO HIM.
Also, my dude brings his phone to the bathroom with him because that is the only time he checks facebook. Sometimes he "likes" my statuses from there.
By frigwiggin on Friday Open Thread
@breccalynn I take my phone with me every time I leave the room because I have an irrational anxiety that it will ring and I will not be able to get to it in time. And I like to play Triple Town on the toilet. Not saying he might not be up to something, but, y'know.
YOU GUYS I'M NOT GETTING ANY WORK DONE BECAUSE OF THIS POST
@breccalynn I'm afraid to order things I'm not familiar with too. Sometimes I make a deal with my dinner partner and ask them, "Can you order something I like, and if I don't like this, can I trade with you?" I've done that a couple times. It's good when you're with someone who likes everything.
And I'm 100% with you on texture. It usually is more important than taste.
@breccalynn I have some serious restless leg going on and I got the "OMG she must be masturbating" thing too! WTF. Kids are so clueless.
My mom told me that hands and knees were the only way to wash a floor, since mops only push dirt into the corners. I spent many years disputing that (as I toiled away washing her floors) but now that I have my own floors to wash, I see that she was right... Damnit.
My worst floor cleaning disaster? I drove a fork lift into a pallet of u-brew wine kits. About 20 of them were stabbed by the forks, and each one had about 20 litres of grape juice in them. A tidal wave of grape juice came pouring out. My supervisor (the one I had assured that I knew how to drive a forklift, honest. Done it a zillion times. Trust me.) handed me one bucket and one mop. Longest day of my life.