In Atlanta, GA (USA), I was running on the Beltline (our huge walkable sidewalk path that circles through the city) and passed a homeless guy… shitting. Pants down to his ankles and squatting a foot off the path in some leaves. Everything exposed, just dropping a load.
But, I want it in my lungs and steaming liquid flavor water doesn’t sound like it’ll mix well with those.
I stopped microwaving plastic containers like 15-20 years ago. Hopefully that’s enough.
I figured it’d be alright until the cheese came out a little off in color. Didn’t smell weird… but, I didn’t trust myself to ‘taste’ it, I wolfed down what I could stomach before I could taste it, and tossed the rest.
The shitty thing was that I had dedicated so much time to cooking everything else, once the cheese came out I had already invested too much in my sunk cost fallacy.
I did a hamburger helper, probably 5 months ago, where the liquid cheese sauce was supposed to be white… but was more off white/sickly yellow… needless to say I only ate as much as I needed and threw the rest out. 😂
I did the best I could to support the ‘we don’t waste food in this house’ mantra. I’m sure it was fine, but i lost my appetite merely from the thought of it.
Run for president, oust anyone that’s lazy and not contributing, put in place movers and shakers who care about the community, be the change you want to see.
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I mean… the alternative is Hawaii, which isn’t at all the bastion of ‘cheap vacations’.
This is me, boss comes in with a new task, I immediately whip out my green notebook and start writing as he’s talking then let him know I’ll get to it when I’m done with my current task. I use black for writing out the task and subtasks, red for checking items I’ve completed already, slashing through tasks that are no longer required, or writing notes that come up during the task (like ticket numbers). I think I’m like just below halfway through the notebook I started in February.
I had a young coworker who reported to me and a few others, for a few months earlier this year. She would come in and say ‘that being said,…’ all the fucking time. I heard it at least once or twice per brief conversation with her. I think she was just trying to sound smart… but, it was like nails on a chalk board to me.
I re-listened to Critical Role Campaign 1, Vox Machina, this year. It was pretty neat, I had caught up with Campaign 3, Hells’ Bells, and needed to give myself enough time to get behind and binge, so I think I did the entire VM story in… idk, 2-3 months? Maybe 4? Just on commutes and work outs.
I’m caught back up with HB, now, though… but, I’m also turning on Late Night comedians on my commutes, to mix it up a little.
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Exactly, just dumb fun. But, also murderously cute. Idk, they have you rooting for the bad guys. 😂
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That guy doesn’t deserve another Hollywood cent.