I was about to go shut the vent down in our creepy cellar/basement thing so I wasn’t being baked alive in my room, but decided against it, because that is what stupid people in horror movies do to get killed. So I’m using my window unit A/C. It’s 46 degrees outside.
No, but seriously, thank you. I love yours as well. And that isn’t a standard bullshit reciprocation/placation. I read your posts about work and how you hate people just as much as I do (something I did not know was possible) and cackle forever.
Keep up the good work and stay bitchy and witty, please.
for some people, I guess. But incessant, almost aggressive optimism gets to a certain point where it screams naiveté or willful ignorance. Listen, I don’t jump down your throat when you tell me about how “absolutely beautiful today is” or “how perfect life is” so just keep your mouth fucking shut when I have something to say that isn’t cheery or about sunshine and puppies.
Brent’s Law: Your annoyance with my incessant pessimism is less than or equal to my annoyance with your incessant, unrealistic optimism. ALWAYS.