I cannot control my hair. It does what it wants each day. I have some kind of thing where the hair will be a certain way no matter what.
Yeah but if it’s only an inch long it will actually look good. Probably
I’m so pedantic about my hair. It’s usually messy and unkempt, but not too much because I comb it and flatten it down to an acceptable length. I’m very happy with my hair, but god is it hard to maintain. It’s dirty blonde and goes down to my shoulders.
Not enough people read the EU.
I think there’s a demon in my house.
The Person in Question
Dare we ask why?
Where were you in '77?
There’s weird movement and noises constantly.
The Person in Question
Could just be a mouse.
No, it’s too loud.
The Person in Question
Maybe you need a plumber.
Raccoon.
No it’s not an animal it’s like heavy footsteps and it isn’t in the walls. I’m probably just hearing things but it’s unsettling nonetheless.
The Person in Question
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I had Possum troubles last year and it was unnerving waking up to scratching and other sounds coming from under the floor. That they squeezed in such a tiny broken vent amazed me.
Could you try recording the sounds you’re hearing?
Where were you in '77?
Sure. I don’t see why not.
The Person in Question
Are you sure you aren’t living in a movie?
Yes, although I do live in a house constructed out of VHS tapes.
The Person in Question
Ah, so you live in a video nasty which has never received a DVD/BD release.
Ah, so you live in a video nasty which has never received a DVD/BD release.
No, the DVD and BD versions all had 1990s CGI added to them. Other than a letterbox transfer on a DVD release’s bonus disc, there’s no way to upgrade without getting a cluttered mess, so I stuck with video.
The Person in Question
First I accidentally scratched a line of paint off the wall while pulling the curtains back.
Then I cut my finger trying to open a tin of paint.
Then I dripped some paint onto both my panda socks and the carpet.
Then as I attempted to buy a newspaper some Maude Flanders wannabe told me I should wear a bra as my nipples were showing through my top (a sight to which her son had apparently taken great offence.)
Then I found the puzzle section of the paper was missing.
Then I see a cat ambush and maul one of the sparrows in the garden.
Then I find Firefox has upgraded automatically to a version that I do not like the look of.
Then I stumbled across and foolishly watched a youtube video about a scientist who grafted an extra head onto a dog which will now haunt my every waking moment until my death.
And finally one of my favourite contestants on Strictly gets voted of.
Screw you, Sunday.
Not every day can be Tuesday.
=P
That does sound like a shitty day though. You probably need pizza
Sunday is, in general, my least favorite day of the week.
Also, any news on when this thread will be unlocked? The conflict that occurred there has pretty definitely dissipated.
Sunday is, in general, my least favorite day of the week.
Same. I hated Sunday as a school kid. I hate it now.
There’s a slight feeling of melancholy on Sunday to me. Not sure why that is, and it typically has nothing to do with the season.
Not every day can be Tuesday.
Not only can, but is.
Not every day can be Tuesday.
Not only can, but is.
So every day is not Tuesday?
You may need to read that again.