why why why why why do they need to write all this shit on a packet of olives??? why???? what is this bullshit??? specially "vegan". yes, olives are vegan!!! and glutenfree!!! and yes they are lactosefree!!!!! #vegans#bullshit
Se aika vuodesta, kun alat taas kuulemaan niitä surullisenkuuluisia ja katteettomia uudenvuodenlupauksia. 😂 Kuka on uhkaillut jo perinteisillä tipattomilla ja salikorteilla? #newyear#newme#bullshit#salkkarit#uhmapelaajat
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Today we've officially reached the mid-month mark of the last month of the year. It's a heady feeling as much as it's a dreadful feeling, and funnily although time does keep flitting past us, this arbitrary standard of a "new" year does accomplish it's motive of making me feel like I'm knee deep in the marshes.
Nurturing this dread is a handsome dose of countdowns, futile speculations and an unhealthy number of yearly planners that get circulated all over again, as though trying to tell us that if we start planning ahead, the chances of realising our lofty ambitions would spike. Maybe it will. Maybe next year will be spectacular and bridled with milestones and cutesy Polaroid pictures. Some of us might trade our old vision boards for new and hug ourselves a great new year, or just wake up the next day and feel like nothing has changed. But that's okay. Time doesn't have a goddamn deadline. It's time we tell ourselves a new year doesn't necessarily have to be "new". It could be old and plain and most importantly without resolutions. It doesn't take an artsy yearly planner to set fire to your goals. It doesn't take an arbitrary measure of time to define who you've evolved to be. Monuments take years to build. You aren't any different. . .
What the hell? But why...... 😒
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My brother, for those who don't know, has Down Syndrome. He also, I just found out, has a Got-damn YouTube channel with home videos and even some unreleased performances of mine.
I'm now convinced the whole "disability" thing is a lie. He hacked his own genome before birth, added a temporary chromosome, and now, once he's sure nobody's looking, he makes a mockery out of all our existences.
Homie popped out the womb and became the lowest key Mr. Robot. Walks up to his room, closes the door behind him, pushes a button and sinks into some Dexter's Lab type ish.
I can't even. I genuinely can't even. Kid has a YouTube channel but it took me 25 minutes to figure out how to delete the videos I'm in. I am a raging disgrace. Ultimate herb.
He deserves a TV show called Dis-Fabled. Coz I KNOW he lyin'.
Lord, take my soul.