I'm a girl, in a healthy BMI and with nice hair, pretty and freckled face, but my feet are super crappy. Like, crusty, toes bend at weird angles, hard skin in random places. Even my own husband is like "plz no, stop" if they get too near to him.
I'm now wondering if there's a market on the other end of the scale...
I absolutely LOVE my ebike. We live on a hill that would be impossible for me to ride up (without breaks), having the pedal assist means I don't dread it anymore. It's quite fun! I will often do 20-30 mile rides just because it's so easy. And it replaced my need to drive my car most places.
Lullaby by Shawn Mullins. Heard it at a special time - I don't remember the event anymore but I do get intense feelings of comfort and calm whenever I hear it.
Multitasking really simple tasks. I can do three errands around the house at the same time, and I'm really good at bartending multiple drinks simultaneously. I love cooking because I'm really efficient and time multiple dishes perfectly.
They're like someone with a salty mouth sucked regular peanuts until they absorbed all the warm saliva and swelled up, and then spat them into a paper bag and left them for a few hours on a warm park bench.
Most yt channels have captions and transcripts. If you really are that desperate to learn how to install a French drain while on the bus, just grab the transcript and whack it into chatgpt to get an article version.
Treat yourself like a car and park - I see too many people just stopping in the middle of wherever to check their phone. It's not hard to take a quick glance and find a spot off to the side. They should teach this stuff in schools.
We were at Bonnaroo in camp, and a guy comes up and sits with us. We don't know him and he's a bit odd, but radical inclusion and all that, so we let him stay. We try chatting to him, but he's real weird. Also, he's butt ass naked. We are all like "this is odd, right" but we all don't say it out loud. Then naked guy asks for a knife. We notice he's pulling at his foreskin and grumbling to himself that he is 'itchy'. We say we don't have a knife, and he starts to get mad. He leaves camp, and then we discover he's stolen one of our phones. He leaves a voicemail saying he's heading to space. We get the phone back. He pisses in a chair, then we find police on horses and tell them to take him in.
Years later we hear from a friend of his that he was going through a dark time and had taken some drugs that only deepened the psychosis. He wanted to cut his dick off. It wasn't the drugs though, he was already in that bad place. Mental health facilities are so important, and we should focus on those before blaming the straw that broke the camel's dick.
I think (without any research, just from vague memory) the ear clipping isn't actually all that painful to the cat, and the benefits of an immediate visual identifier outweigh it. I wouldn't even know where to look for a cat tat.
We need a word that we can tag onto our posts that basically means "yes outdoor cats harm the environment and is bad for the cat, yes you should spay and neuter, yes I will register the stray with the county, check for a chip, and monitor lost posters to make sure the cat is not pre-owned before I adopt it, yes a cat is for life and I made this decision with sound mind, yes I know X food is not good for the cat, yes I know to get vaccines and regular cat care, etc etc etc". Or, perhaps people can just assume good will from other humans and not throw unsolicited advice their way every time they post a simple photo of a cat.
This movie is the epitome of #mood for me. I love almost every scene as a standalone artwork. Must've watched it 20 times.