My sense is it’s getting at “what’s an overated candy flavor”
just a sad trans girl looking for laugh-out-louds
My sense is it’s getting at “what’s an overated candy flavor”
I thought most hoes would be quite easy to plow
When referring to a difficult task: “That’s a tough road to hold”, or “a tough road to hoe”, or “a tough road to [travel on]” or “a tough road to… [trails off awkwardly…]”, or just “a tough road”.
It’s a tough row to hoe.
It’s an agricultural metaphor. The row is a line of dirt in a field where you plant seeds. You use a hoe to dig the lines, remove weeds, and create little holes where you drop the seeds. Hoeing may be difficult if the soil is too hard or too full of rocks and weeds. Such a row would be a tough one to hoe.
Whatever it was, I forgot what it was today
I swear a social studies teacher told us that most rivers tend to flow north to south. Young impressionable child I was, I of course filed it away as a long-term core memory – right there next to PEMDAS, FOIL, and so on.
Then I mentioned it in college and got fucking embarrassed.
Does it need to be online and continuous?
Hot take of the day: academia doesn’t need social media.
I casually bicycle around town and like to see who I can keep up with to test how fast I am. More and more folks have ebikes now and it’s getting way less fun.
Banned from club: penguins
I feel like I’ve never heard this before, ever.
Any episode of Ancient Aliens.
Gosh I totally feel that. Maybe something is going around.
I got to spend some time with my big sister. We had tea and talked awhile, then played Smash Bros. She apparently loves to spam Falcon Punch, so I got to see a lot of very entertaining slo-mo finishing blows. Like p-p-p-PAWWunchhh…
Good question, I feel slightly better now.
Five Nights at Freddy’s. So much wasted brainpower.
Fail compilation 2024 (watch till the end 😂👌)
Oh. So he calls himself GOD now.
I was going to take myself out for dinner or dessert or something. I got home and got on the couch and never left.
Poor night of sleep, stressful day of work. And Valentine’s Day makes me sad. I tried to dress prettier to make myself feel special, ended up just feelin lonely anyway.
Me and my gf way back in the day trapped a stray kitten once.
It was living under a car. We put little piles of dry food out for it for a few days, gradually moving the pile further and further away from his hiding place. Then one day we made a little trail of food leading to a carry box that we filled with food. Once we heard it chomping away inside, we crept up and slammed the door shut. It felt like a scene out of a cartoon lol
Little thing freaked out and clawed at the door and cried for a while. But once we took it into the house and out of the summer heat, it was very happy.
Note, I am neither an experienced pet owner nor a trapper. I just like telling this story hehe
Edit: …what pronouns do you use for a kitten from decades ago whose sex you don’t remember?