i hate the word spicy can we bring back calling things erotic
rolling up to Wendy's to get an erotic chicken sandwich

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i hate the word spicy can we bring back calling things erotic
rolling up to Wendy's to get an erotic chicken sandwich
you were born in 2006? what are you? a Honda Civic?
can i fucking help you?
Years ago back when I worked in cubicle land, we were hiring junior software developers. They didn’t have to have a ton of experience, just a willingness to learn, and some demonstration of their software skills. Like: show me a program you wrote (any language) or a web site you designed. Anything.
And there was this one guy I talked with who seemed super sharp, but had virtually zero experience writing software. When it came time to do the show-n-tell part of the interview he whips out his laptop, brings up a website, and spins it around to show me what he made.
A website of tiny ceramic frogs.
Not for sale. Just… all these ceramic frogs, organized into categories. Frogs on bicycles, frogs with hats, frogs sitting on lily pads. It was a virtual museum of ceramic frogs in web form.
I scrolled through his online collection of frogs, slightly baffled.
“This is your website?” I asked finally.
“Yep!”
“You coded this yourself?” I popped into view-source mode and poked around some incredibly well-formatted, well-commented html. I nodded slowly. This guy was meticulous.
“Yep!”
“So… where’d all the frogs come from?”
“I made those too,” he says, beaming.
And while I’m processing this he rummages in his bag and pulls out a little ceramic frog working at a computer terminal. He places it on the table before us, next to the laptop.
“And THIS one,” he says, “I made for you! As a thank you for the interview.”
It was adorable. I hired him on the spot. I mean, why not? Worst case he’d wash out in 90 days and we’d hire somebody else. He turned out to be one of the best developers on our team.
And yes, his cubicle was loaded with ceramic frogs.
i love you semicolon. no one look at my 80 word sentence
"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry
top 3 hobbies for young adults:
1. borrowing misery from future
2. carrying grief of the past
3. agonizing over the present
i appear to have made mortal nemeses with a pigeon
tumblr stop rooting for the pigeon
There’s good media, there’s bad media, there’s so bad it’s good media, and then there’s media that’s somehow all three of these things at the same time and I personally think that this category holds stuff like most decent reality tv, Bethesda games, and a lot of famous shonen manga.
It’s so annoying when I say I have an irrational fear or a phobia and people try to logic me out of it. I just told you that it’s irrational.
when I first made a lot of my internet accounts like my email and my Tumblr, I put my birthdate as 6/6/66 because I was 12-14 years old and an edgelord and a Murdoc Niccals kinnie BUT now I’m pretty sure all of my ad preferences think I’m a 60 year old divorced dad with erectile dysfunction
we could be receipts caught in the same wash cycle, in the same pocket
I just learned about the existance of “pretend to work” spaces in China where you can pay to pretend to work at a realistic looking fake office so that you can take selfies to pretend that you have a job and get your family to stop asking why you’re unemployed. Which is like such a capitalism thing that I have no joke to make about it.
we all know adult humans dont get enough enrichment but the other day i was walkin home past an empty playground and impulsively ran over to spin myself on this zipline merry-go-round contraption for a few minutes and it really did feel like it unlocked some neglected part of my brain. like damn we really should all go outside and play more. fuck. they werent kidding with this play time thing. have you guys heard about play time. it could be huge.
when the author describes someone dying and you can just tell they’ve never actually died by the way it’s written
you don’t realize how important lunch is until you’re wandering around thinking about how unloveable and untalented and uniquely cursed you are and then it’s 4pm and you finally eat lunch and you go Oh. oh right.