Mentally ill woman in her late 30s. Quit my jobs with DIDDs to go to work a retail job and go to school.
I’m here to help!
Formerly @kbin.social.
This is my boy. He scratches all his posts, his scratchers, everything and is very good about it, but at a certain length he’ll do his usual routine where he’ll gently hook the edge of a blanket and lift it, and drop it to ask someone to tuck him in, and the blanket won’t drop.
He also might catch a claw on the sofa or something. Time to clip claws!
Dammit.
Back to contacts I guess.
I was thinking rabies.
A person who looks wrong.
You can’t get ye flask.
Alright, I’ll bite.
I grew up in Oklahoma and Texas. Didn’t move to Tennessee until my 20s. No, we would not call it “warm water port.” I’ve literally never seen anything bigger than a pond with ice on it. Why would it occur to me to mention it’s warmth?
And where I’m from a sentence like “be slightly more cautious with your linguistic judgements” is the kind of pretentious nonsense that gets you disinvited from the barbecue so I recommend being slightly more cautious your own damn self.
She just likes weed.