Not gonna lie…I never liked pumpkin spice lattes. In fact, I hate them. Starbucks has not existed on my list of viable places in quite a while. I prefer independent coffee shops.
Just her and me, sitting in a cafe, so deep into the coffee, sipping coffees so hard. I'd caffeine the heck out of coffee with her. Too bad we're both married to other people.
Quite the Scam you have going on Easy Park Parking!!
You give someone a parking ticket but mess up a few digits on the plate number on purpose so the person figures if you can't even get my plate number right why she I pay !!
But they also take a photo too. When you don't pay the tickets they check into it , see the "apparent mistake they made " and look into it. Meanwhile time has gone by and the ticket goes up a ridiculous amount in a ridiculous timeframe and they send you another ticket to the correct plate number in the mail from the photo. What kind of scam are you running Easy Park ?
Is that even legal ?
How can you get so many numbers wrong on the plate ?
I loathe things arriving way too early, so that companies try and squeeze as much revenue out of a trend: pumpkin spice lattes launched in August when we’re still going to the beach, Halloween candy available before Labour Day, and now mentions of “the holidays” when we haven’t even passed Thanksgiving OR Halloween. Sheesh. Pushed to consume and spend when it’s nowhere near the correct season. Treating people like were too dumb to notice.
Have you ever seen a person who was such an impressive human specimen that you couldn’t believe it? I’m not talking about that you felt attracted to them, but just that you had to acknowledge the physical perfection? I was sitting in traffic today and this woman walked across the street looking like she stepped out of a high fashion magazine. Absolutely stunning in every aspect. I’m a straight woman but I blurted out holy shit when I saw her lol. I wonder what that’s like to go through life looking like you were created by AI?
People used to live a life of a magic and lust as they went throughout life. There was always a spiritual possibility. Today, the left just crushes it, and inundates other cultures with its thinking. I notice that they also tell them what to think and how to behave but don't take any of their own medicine. Just putting it out there for feelers. Sure seems like something that's fundamentally wrong.
I'm not actually crying. I actually don't have an open, lower punctum in my left eye. After a severe infection years ago, it just closed. So most of my tears in that eye drain over my lower eyelid. It's a bit annoying, especially on windy days, but it's not worth the surgery. If you see someone that looks like they're crying only out of one eye, that's probably me.
Geez, I must confess why I'm upset about the anti trans/gay groups that are only attacking children with their hate. Believe it or not, school can be and should be a safe haven from homophobic and transphobic parents. These goons are only perpetrating hate which seems to be welling up from some of our ignorant neighbours to the south. If you are a child with an abusive home (abusive in all respects) then you need to have a refuge from this hate and should be protected from it without question. Parental rights? I call BS. A very thin disguise of hate, abuse and discrimination masquerading as care and concern. It seems every time these hate groups rear their ugly heads out of the sewer they target the vulnerable and those unable to defend themselves. Cowardice at its worst! Let the children live their lives as they wish. Believe it or not, they can make the right decisions for themselves.
Speaking from experience, the ONLY way to conquer your fears is do embrace them, and failure. Spending your whole life afraid of your own shadow ain't going to get you anywhere. Knowing your own limits is one thing, testing them is another. People are imprisoned by their own minds. The only one really telling you that you can't do/aren't good at doing something is YOU, followed by a trail of excuses as long as a bridal train. All the great figures we look up to didn't rise to fame by trembling in fear over what others thought of them. Stop pondering, humming and hawing, and start doing (and no, I don't mean become a phenomenon/TikToker. Be real!). If you fall down, get back up, and press on. Should one day you be diagnosed with some terminal illness (God forbid), you'll regret not having lived before you die. PS: If you've got no money, where there's a will, there's a way.
When I think back to some of the obviously rotten things he did while we were together sometimes it’s hard for me to understand why I kept making excuses for staying with him. One of the really lousy things was this habit he had of never saying anything positive about any picture of me or my family or friends if I showed him one. No matter how old the photo was and even baby pictures, he would find something critical to say about it. I’ve been trying to recall any time he said anything nice about any picture that he didn’t take himself and so far nothing. Someone accused me of being obsessed but they don’t understand how completely devastating to a person being so emotionally traumatized in multiple ways for so long can be. How much it changes your brain and how long it can take to recover once you’ve broken free from that person. So I’m not obsessed with him because that part is done for good, but I’m obsessed with learning why it happened, how it happened, and how to make sure it never happens again.