TFP Confessional

I do exactly the same.

 

Crass: I audibly broke wind with my office door open this afternoon. I'm pretty sure my new-ish office neighbor heard it. I couldn't care less—she spends too much goddamned time on the phone anyway.

Not crass: A Miley Cyrus song just about made me cry tonight.

 

I have a fan in my office that I grabbed from storage for the specific purpose of dispersing farts. One of my coworkers has one pointed out his door, and it basically serves as a fart projector.

 

I often associate Miley Cyrus' music with audible flatulence.

 

I feel like a number. (edit)

 

@Fangirl


Hey, I'm cool and I suspect everybody else will be in time but to honest posts like this probably just remind folks of things you'd rather they forget.

 

I've forgotten already. Or, more likely, I never knew in the first place.

 

I used the excuse to myself that I haven't felt well to not leave the house for six days.
I know that there is the the feeling that I might have a seizure but I used to not let that control me.
I'd even go to work because I didn't really know it was going to happen.
This is depression.
The feeling that I came all this way and nothing has magically changed.
I know it was stupid to expect it but that's the rationale part.
The rest of me doesn't care ... about much of anything.
Except my kiddos, if it wasn't for them dragging me out of here I'd be in real trouble.

 

I'm glad you are cool. I've always thought you were cool.
I do let things get under my skin when I should know better. I'll take your advice and try to practice it as best I can.
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This sounds normal to me. People say a change of scenery will do you good like it is some kind of panacea.
Your girls ARE there though. That is a radical change that can help.
I think, maybe, time is going to be what ultimately will ease your pain somewhat.

 

I'm waiting for a visa to move to the UK and have maybe a month or two left to work(31yrs). All of a sudden all these people appear to be lizards climbing, fighting, eating each other to get to the top. Funny what a change in your life can do...open your eyes...

 

I'm a hopeless contrarian with a pants-size IQ.

 

'Merica!

 

Bullshit.

... unless you're talking about pants that would fit a Paul Bunyan statue.

 

I thought plan9's muse was Rollins, Henry Rollins.

 

Nah, too liberal.

 

I'm purposely ignoring my professor's emails. Oops.