Alright, confess odd things.
Excessive complaining isn't allowed anywhere on the site. Keep it out of this thread.
For example, I'm jealous to my big brother becuase he discovered The Smiths first. Dammit, now I can't have a crush for Morrisey without feeling weird about it.
Edited by GastonRabbit on Jan 5th 2023 at 5:46:13 AM
Well, I suppose it's not right to hit a pregnant woman.
Then again, a pregnant woman shouldn't do the hitting either.
Again, I'm excluding situations like self defense.
I'm a (socialist) professional writer serializing a WWII alternate history webnovel.Most double standards are complete BS with some of them being more detrimental than anything anyway.
On another note, am I the only one who periodically scrounges for change around vending machines? I wouldn't do it if it weren't for the fact that every so often I find forgotten change.
Living The Fever DreamI do it habitually.
Oh, confession: I once had a toy that had a carcinogen in the powder. Google the CSI Fingerprint Examination Kit recall.
(Agender. They/Them pronouns.)I didn't know that was a thing (though I'll probably be keeping my eyes open for it now)
@PS: I definitely do that a lot, though usually just if I think to do so. Free money is free money, and I'm sure most people won't be hurting about missing 15-25 cents.
Insert witty 'n clever quip here.I once found an entire $1 bill crammed into the change return of a phone booth. I used to find change in vending machines and phone booths all the time.
I absolutely hate when people tell me that I'm smart.
You're dumb.
They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!I kinda get irrationally angry whenever somebody tells me that I'm not fat in response to me calling myself fat. 'Cause it's like, "Hell yes I'm fat, there's no denying it, how about instead of telling me I'm not something that I am you just accept that I've accepted my weight and that it's not a bad thing."
Is that strange?
Yes, I am.
I had a dream last night that involved finding a coin under a vending machine. I blame this thread.
Despite being United Statesian, I pronounce "innovative" the Britishier way rather than the 'Murrican way.
"We're home, Chewie."In a somewhat related way, I prefer writing colour and theatre, rather than color and theater.
I'm a (socialist) professional writer serializing a WWII alternate history webnovel.Wait, how do the Brits even say innovative?
I don't know why but it bothers me when people say 'Muricans rather than Americans.
"Thanks for the lesson. But I don't need you to tell me who I am."Yeah, I don't like it either.
I smell magic in the air. Or maybe barbecue.I heard it being used by both Americans and non-Americans, affectionate and non-affectionate.
I'm a (socialist) professional writer serializing a WWII alternate history webnovel.inn-UH-va-tiv, rather than inn-oh-VAY-tiv.
Well, I heard an English guy say it that way. Maybe not all British people say it that way.
"We're home, Chewie.".....Wow, all this time I thought it was IN-uh-vay-tiv-. XP
I'm a (socialist) professional writer serializing a WWII alternate history webnovel.Oh, no, you're right actually.
There's an odd confession: I suck at describing word inflections.
"We're home, Chewie."Oh, really? I'm not a native English user, but you seem to be one so for a second I thought I was wrong.
I'm a (socialist) professional writer serializing a WWII alternate history webnovel.I am a native speaker. However, that doesn't mean I'm good at it.
"We're home, Chewie."I was frequently told that although my speech has a lot of room for improvement, I have far better written English than most native English users.
Then again, I am an English major, I kinda have to.
I'm a (socialist) professional writer serializing a WWII alternate history webnovel.I read through the entire Harry Potter thread in the Literature section. It's rather entertaining.
I have to return some videotapes. My WallI like almost all Internet memes. The only ones I dislike are ones that I find tasteless/offensive, like Pedobear.
"We're home, Chewie."
Try telling that to some of my meatspace friends. They say "girls can hit boys, but boys can't hit girls."
I smell magic in the air. Or maybe barbecue.