So glad to hear it gets better. Thank you!

I am in exactly the same place right now. It’s really shit. I know it will be better eventually, but to hear someone else say it is very helpful. Best of everything to you. Stay strong.

Today is my birthday too!

I know how hard those adjustments can be. Hope it goes well for you!

Wow, cool! I had never thought about it, but it certainly makes sense you’d need blood in those dishes to get certain things to grow.

Do you not then bake the crust and filling or is it all just done it the fridge? I’d love to have your recipe!

Congratulations on the milestone!

I mean honestly, I would have advised even Saturn against it, especially in hindsight.

What a pretty owl! I hope this one makes an appearance in the next owl of the year competition.

Good. Thanks for letting me know!

How is this not the top fucking comment??

Jessica Fletcher would figure it out when she dressed up as a drunk to tail her niece. She’d sing a bit of shanty, kiss you on the forehead, and encourage you to be yourself. You were once her student, and she always knew from your writing that you were a kind soul and a wicked plot weaver.

You just can’t help but be judgmental, can you. Points because you’re right: everyone but you enjoyed thread OP. And maybe you did too, but you chose to basically shit on OP because of the Goth equivalent of “no true Scotsman.” Not seeing anyone laughing with you here, just around you.

I’m sorry, did you say 84 bricks? Could’ve sworn they found 83…

What are you trying to communicate? Have you made the there/their/they’re mistake?

Edit: not thread op

Neither does OP of this thread, and yet you judged him. Hypocrite.

I’ve now tagged you as the Goth Gatekeeper. I’d love to see your credentials.

Exactly what period do you think this writing is attempting to mimic?

Sometimes I give myself the creeps.

Yeah, I think something like 15 would be the perfect “fuck you” amount for something beyond Starbucks and fast food. Enough to make it worth going, but only really enough for an appetizer.

Or be really horrible and just take one of the 50 or 100 ones for a decent restaurant, and just don’t get it activated. He won’t find out until they try to run it, I think.

This might be the most horrible idea I’ve ever had.

Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,

The muttering retreats

Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels

And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:

Streets that follow like a tedious argument

Of insidious intent

To lead you to an overwhelming question …

Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”

Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go

Talking of Michelangelo.