Google Asking Me For My Location When I Search For A Gas Station Nearby.

Google asking me for my location when I search for a gas station nearby.

As though it doesn't already know.

A compromise has been reached. The cat gets pre-bedtime cuddles, and the dog gets to watch TV with us.

I have been sentenced to 100 hours of seething glares, 30 pointed sighs, and 4 days of pitiful meowing.

The house is on the brink of war. The dog has been pet for 10 minutes. The cat has been pet for 11.

Tense negotiations have begun.

Nothing fills me with more rage than seeing a notification from something that does not require my immediate attention.

How dare you, sir.

I was busy.

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Things I Had to Remove From an Essay No. 2

"The cultural practices of adolescents aged 10-19 in the United States are dating, watching TikTok, exercising dark humor, sending memes to each other at three in the morning, and drinking coffee past 5 p.m."

“How did you figure it out?” Arthur demanded.

“It was a hard guess,” Lancelot responded dryly, “but my suspicions were aroused when he called you Arthur.”

If you would like to, reblog and show me a sentence or a paragraph you’ve written that you’re entirely pleased with, does exactly what you want it to, wouldn’t change a thing, unabashed yep, would hold it up as an example of what you’re going for in general, post on Mom’s fridge sort of snippet of your work. *waits expectantly*