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- It flips;
- it phones.
They forgot to blank out her name though.
I remember smoking outside a pub near Chinatown with a mate something like ten years ago when two Chinese people went by speaking Chinese, and he said “they should be speaking English; this is Britain,” so I asked why, and he couldn’t explain why. Just on a vague principle.
Never thought I’d read that word on this website!
You’re very lucky to have such friends.
I remember once looking over my sister’s shoulder while she was on MSN messenger and a mutual friend chose that moment to confess (via MSN messenger) that he fucked pillows for practice.
I’ve got a Firefox extension that blocks websites after an amendable period of time is spent on them, so I limit my time on social media websites to 1 hour a day because I felt I was spending too much time reading mindless drivel, and I often don’t even reach an hour nowadays, having only looked at Lemmy.
“Well, it’s a living!”
This is what one of the stations looks like:
There are stations on Anglesey where you have to stick your arm out to hail the train, and the only two routes they lie on are served by the kind of 1970s DMU like you mentioned on its way to Chester or a Pendelino on its way to London or something.
Regarding antidepressants: I was on them for a number of years and I’d say they’re a stopgap to keep you surviving until you can finally tackle the problem once and for all with something therapy. They make you feel very grey, assuming there’s no side-effects, which can be anywhere between mildly amusing to headwrecking. But of course, grey is lighter than black, and on the other hand, I’ve known people who’ve been taking antidepressants for decades. I’m ridiculously self-disciplined so I often find it relatively easy to rationalise ruminations away but some aren’t so lucky. So I agree with the others saying you should ask a doctor about it. I spoke to my GP about it to begin with.
That was my first thought. I’m past 30 now so my body makes a noise when I crouch down and my throat makes a noise when I get up again.
But any reason to prefer wireless is sort of moot because having a 3.5mm jack doesn’t preclude a wireless headphone feature.
“Thats” is dialectal.
Your “secret recipe” is risotto.
The lads at Google looking at the data gathered on someone with 48 appointments every day:
My knives, because it’s sort of weird even for me that I carry these knives around for work, and a weird thing becoming humdrum is the sort of thing I’d like to hear about at the show & tell.
That’s what I’d do, but I’d make sure: