Going to therapy on my birthday should be slightly more fun than the time I spent most of my birthday in line to renew my driver’s license.
I am doing other stuff, too, at least!
Also, someone tried to hack my Facebook at 3am. I was asleep.
I don’t know. If someone told me that I made them sick and ruined their day, I would be far too embarrassed to approach them.
It is actually the nine-year anniversary of the day I told Jerkface that he made me physically ill (after years of really awful treatment from him and months of him ignoring my requests to leave me alone). I also told him that every time he contacts me it completely ruins my day, so leave me alone if you REALLY want me to have a nice birthday or whatever. And I KNOW he got that email because he responded with “Sorry for the additional contact, but…”.
But you know, my boundaries aren’t important or anything.
If there were fairness in the world, Jerkface and Shovel BOB would be roommates.
I got an email from Jerkface. Right on schedule!
how can peach and mario just like casually play tennis with the giant dinosaur turtle monster who is always threatening both of their lives? they all just set aside their pasts to have a good old game of tennis? also did bowser raise bowser jr. himself? is bowser a good father?
Does anyone else remember that bizarre Pet Psychic TV show that was on the air in the early 2000s? It was like half My Cat From Hell and half Crossing Over. The psychic would “talk” to the pet to figure out strange or inappropriate behaviors, but in part of the show she would commune with dead pets and say things like “She loved it so much when you scratched under her chin!”
Yeah, that was a weird show.