Couple has really awesome Batgirl/Nightwing wedding cause they’re awesome.
This is easily the most adorable thing I’ve seen all day. DC follow this couple’s example!
Leadership is action, not position.
Back to the grind :/
I get to do inventory today, yay (sarcasm). But, on the bright side, I get to go to the gym after (woohoo)… and talk specifics about the 3rd job with my new boss (which is meh). I actually get to decide my pay — which sounds good, except for the fact that I may fuck myself over. The thing is that counters don’t take especially long to repair; neither do impact tools. But, if I set my pay per unit, then I could potentially set myself up for failure if we get slow (as the oilfield has a knack for doing). On the other hand, if I go with the $20 an hr figure, I could set myself up to be fucked if I’m doing multiple units an hour. Either option has its potential and also its downside. And as it is, I’m too tired and burnt out to make important monetary decisions. It’s enough I have to remember all the drink mixes and prices at the bar and server logins and fixes at the banks.
I actually expect my brain to explode any day now. Pretty sure it’s going to happen and that brain explosions are a real thing that people have to worry about.
First day off this week and I don’t want to do anything :/ So.damn.exhausted.
Just did cardio, now I have to drive to Indian Bayou to visit everyone and do some clothes and pick up random things I need. Long day Sunday :(
Please read this****
If a thief forces you to take money from an ATM, do not argue or resist. What you should do is punch your pin in reverse. EX: if your pin is 1234 you punch 4321. The moment you punch in the reverse, the money will come out but will be stuck in the machine and the machine will immediately alert the police without the theif’s knowledge. Every ATM has this feature.
Reblog this so everyone knows, this happens all the time especially in the city
tumblr teaches me so much more than anyone else does about life situations
Yeah and what if your pin is a palindrome? Then what? The fucker gets your money and you get to go home sad.
With this scenario, the money gets stuck in the machine. And we’re supposed to assume the robber won’t be upset? He won’t be alarmed? He won’t be nervous? You think he is really going to let you walk away as he fights with the machine for the money? Come the fuck on.
How about you arm yourself and shoot the motherfucker when he tries to rob you? Then if he gets to go home at all, he’ll be thankful. You, on the other hand, go home with your money and your dignity.
Get to work in River Ranch today, woohoo (sarcasm). On the bright side, I can bring a few things to the house downtown.
“Chris, if you would have had your shit together back then, I’d have married you”.
Well, in hindsight, I’m ecstatic I didn’t. Because I would have gone for someone like you back then — hell, I tried. But knowing how you turned out? I’m thankful my shit wasn’t together; I’m glad I was broken. A few years of wandering around trying to find my self worth saved me a lifetime of being stuck with you or others who were/are just like you.
I’m glad you noticed the recent changes in me enough to offer a backhanded cut-down, obviously meant as a compliment. But no, I don’t want you. I no longer need women to tell me I’m worth it or that I’m appreciated or that I’m needed. Because I no longer need the approval. I no longer need other people to be happy.
I always thought: I don’t need a lot of stupid shit. I don’t need to work all the time or 40+ hours a week to have a new tv, or a car, or “x”. But as I lived my life, I realized how much I worked to give other people things and got nothing in return. Turns out I was working for stupid shit: other people.
You’re right, though, my shit wasn’t together. But whose is? I can’t name a single person I know who has it all figured out. Surely you can’t think you do? After all, you ended up with a kid whose dad’s life you ruined. I forget where you told me you left that poor idiot. Now you pawn your kid off onto your parents as you follow your boyfriend around to bars most nights of the week.
So yeah, I’m glad I didn’t have a 401k to attract you. I’m glad I didn’t have some awesome insurance plan to keep you around. I’m glad I didn’t get suckered into a mortgage to appease you. I’m glad I didn’t meet yours and others’ standards of success. Because I see what you and your kind do to those that do. I would have been the poor bastard giving you child support for a kid I’d never see, just for you to use the money to pay for your new guy’s bar tab.