there's nothing in this room warm enough, individually or cumulatively, to justify the heat difference. at some point during summer they are going to find my roasted corpse in here and they're going to bag it up like a woolies roast chook to remove it
the fact that it is 23c outside and inside my house, except for my bedroom, which is 28c, is making me want to engage in an Event. the windows are open, there's a cross breeze, i literally don't know what it wants from me, i don't understand
guy deeply off chops came into work, speaking a secret language, with a bike he definitely, probably Didn't Steal. lured him out by letting him pick his favourite zooper dooper flavour (pink) and told him he could go eat it outside so he didn't make a mess. hooroo mate
(person i follow has rescued a very disabled cow and keeps asking for money for it, also she took in some new cats and now her original rescue cat lives on top of a high kitchen cupboard getting utis bc he is so, so unhappy with other cats in the house)
so is taking in new animals if you aren't factoring in how they could impact the quality of life of your other animals (or vice versa) and aren't prepared to accommodate that!!!
and he won't stop repeating your words to people as if they are his own, or trying to steamroll what you're doing? take a fucken long walk off a short pier mate
What's the deal with Grown Men not doing their chosen roles within the community, resulting in a negative impact on an annual social event, and then when you (A Person With Tits) step in to pick up the slack the Grown Man suddenly is super interested again
