I was thinking that I could as well live in Germany, until this moment. Seriously.
I was thinking that I could as well live in Germany, until this moment. Seriously.
About the craziness - yes absolutely. In most other places, you use a thing until nobody would use it, or sell it online. And here, people are just: “nah…”
Well, better for us. I also have a shitton of good stuff, including half of my clothes (I’m lucky to have size M, so a lot of stuff fits). Second hand stores look weird now: “Whoa, you need to pay for that?”
You’re in a random spot somewhere in the universe. Where’s “up”?
You have to tell it INTO your computer. They hear it like that, it will work
I do that all the time. A thing is a thing, and it can be your thing now. I only try to ask myself two things:
Sidenote: I live in Denmark, where people overconsume, and then get rid of stuff which is still in good condition.
This is called “schizophasia” - when a word soup in your head suddenly starts making sense
Then you might also need a Couch Coach
There’s a good Russian song “The main problem of music in Russia” by Zakhar May
Too Long To Learn Russian: The main problem of music in Russia is that you’re listening shit!
She wanted to be popular, and men are to blame, ok. Is it about me as well? I identify myself as a man.
I really wanted to write something (I was also born in about-to-fall-apart USSR), but it’s hard to choose what to start from. We’re looking a øt a book-sized amount of content here.
I’m up for AMA format though
Some smells mask smell of shit better. There’s even an old-school method of lighting and putting out the match after you did number 2: sulfur smoke kills the shittiness of ahit smell somehow
Really depends on a hairstyle - I cut my hair like this for years, but now I realize I looked like a criminal.
But now my wife does my hair, and she is perfect at that (because it’s same stuff on same head every time). So I’m still not paying :)
Are you looking for a reason to be insulted?
I was making a WoW character (back in the days even the Burning Crusade wasn’t there yet). It was a troll with big tusks, so I thought he’d need a toothpick or two.
And the spelling is from “Don’t be a menace to South Central…”, there was a stupid gangster under this name, he’s my soul animal.
The same world, but as I’m dying, I use demon powers to take truck-kun with me. Then I reincarnate into him (he’s dead now, so there’s an astral vacuum in the place/time where he existed). Then I fulfill my wish of revenge, and hang myself as a retrubution.
Dark, there’s a couple of twists, great scene of a truck-kun hanging on a chain in the end. That would be a kick-ass manga or anime.
I’m not even defending, I kind of also step away to the side, look at myself and think: “what an asshat, look at him!”:)
Yes, but I wasn’t thinking. And that wasn’t my first day/month/year at the gym. I guess this is how sober careful people manage to hurt themselves or die. My brain just wasn’t there at the moment.
Better call Saul - a beautiful drama with a hint of comedy and action. Better than Breaking bad and doesn’t require much knowledge of it.