MAYBE if u didn’t want ur son to EAT poeple u shouldnt have named him something that rhymes with cannibal u should have name him hegetarian or something
Some days, I realise how lucky I am to have such a nice place of work. As much as I want to look for something with more convenient hours and distance, I really do enjoy working there, and enjoy the company of the people I work with. I think I felt that doubly today, when I managed (in a way I’m sure only I can. Why am I so clumsy!?!?!) to splash oil in and around my eye. As I was running to the sink, a colleague was only a few paces behind me ready to soak me in an attempt to soothe it as quickly as possible and then spent an hour and a half constantly giving me cold compresses to minimise damage. Other than a little puffiness, which I think will either disappear or get slightly more apparent by morning, you can hardly notice it now.
Comparatively, nearly two years ago I burnt my thumb at ‘spoons, when cleaning around a hot oil pan and my hand slipped. The shift manager was in the room at the time, and when I told him I’d burnt it didn’t even bother to check how bad it was as I was running it under the tap, left us to get on with the close down and only showed any concern about 45 minutes later, when after trying in vain to clean whilst keeping one hand under running water/in a jug of ice I finally went to his office in tears, decided to let me leave early to take a 30 minute walk to the hospital, which luckily I didn’t have to do in the end because a friend picked me up in town and drove me the rest of the way.
(I then had to take 3 days off work because my hand was unusable, was phoned up every day being asked to go in and when I finally did go back, albeit struggling for a couple of days after, discovered that I had been put on the rota for the following weekend after having booked it off 3 months prior to it. Two weeks later I was in a new job.)
It’s quite a drastic comparison really, but I love that I work with people who actually care about other peoples welfare now.
Meet Cameron D’Ambrosio. He’s 18 and lives in a small town near Boston. He talks a lot of smack on Facebook and wants to be a rapper. Oh, and he’s being held without bail as a terrorist for … WHAT??!
This is actually ridiculous. Sometimes I’m really, really glad that I live in the UK.
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If people could vote for these guys it would be greatly appreciated.
They deserve this for all the hard work they’ve put in over the last few years.
Some of you might know them from when they supported Enter Shikari recently. And for those of you that missed it, you should check them out.
i am so jealous of europeans
three hours of travel and they’re in a whole different country, a whole different culture like seriously
three hours of travel and i’m in another town that’s just like mine
except three hours away
Yeah, but you why would you want to go to a country that didn’t vote for you in Eurovision?
We’d never get to go anywhere if we followed that way of thinking!
could you imagine being on tumblr with all your followers physically present just like a group of 300 people standing around staring at you and every time you say anything a handful of them just repeat it to eachother for a few minutes
the internet is a strange place
So true.
Seriously people, I don’t go out of Peterborough that often! (Well, ignoring the fact I’ve been away twice this year already).
Walker popped a text over asking if I fancy pub next Sunday to watch the football. I’ll still be in Bristol.
Billy’s just sent an invite to head over to his/Gavin/Fuller/Bean’s on Friday. I’m in Bristol.
Stop making plans for while I’m away! Haha.
Does anyone have plans for Saturday they’d like to invite me too? Heads up - I’m not in Peterborough! Haha.
On Saturday do you want to come to… oh wait, I’m not here either. :P
So much shit to sort out in less than three months, omg
Why did we leave it til now
Why was/am I so fickle
Why was I a massive prick in general
How are we going to pull this off
How can I stop my brain from hurting
HOW DO I WORDSSS
(I love my dress though. It’s so pretty and sparkly and awesome. Silver linings, yay)
You can totally pull it off in time. You just need to make a list of everything that still needs doing and then delegate whatever you can.
I ask my Mum if I can get her anything to help her back pain.
“A gun?”
“Well… that would stop it from hurting you ever again in the future. But then it would also stop you from being able to have stupid conversations with me when we’re both tired and talking nonsense.”
“Ah. Yes, it would.”
“It would also stop you from growing old with Dad, like you’ve always planned to.”
“Oh god, yeah. He’d be so happy if I were to shoot myself. Ok, bad idea.”
“Best to keep him suffering by your side for a while longer.”
“Yeah, back to plan A. We die together in our sleep and then I can torment him for eternity.”
(Prior to this, we’d been talking about their relationship and that it’s weird/lucky how well they get along most of the time and how happy they are, that they found eachother so young and that they’ve stuck together through a lot. My Mum then informed me that they don’t really even like each other and that they stay together because they hate each other so much that they stay together because it is the best way they can think of to punish one another.)
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I swear my Mum is as mental as I am sometimes with some of the shit she comes up with.
I am actually quite creeped out by moths.
I am unnerved by any winged insects. The bigger they are the more terrifying.
Eugghhhh…
I FUCKING HATE MOTHS.
They make me cry :(
Meg used to chase me around flapping her arms in a fluttery sort of fashion pretending to be a moth and smothering me. o_O Even THAT used to freak me out a little.
I would probably punch her in the face if she did that, no lie.
Megan, if you’re reading this - WATCH OUT!
Congratulations, Hattie, by the way. I’m a bit sorry to hear your date/venue had to be changed, but mostly super excited because now I get to be there!!! =D
I am actually quite creeped out by moths.
I am unnerved by any winged insects. The bigger they are the more terrifying.
Eugghhhh…
I FUCKING HATE MOTHS.
They make me cry :(
Meg used to chase me around flapping her arms in a fluttery sort of fashion pretending to be a moth and smothering me. o_O Even THAT used to freak me out a little.
I am actually quite creeped out by moths.
I am unnerved by any winged insects. The bigger they are the more terrifying.
Eugghhhh…
Sometimes I wonder how people manage to battle through depression. It’s such a slippery slope to get into, and you can sink into it so quickly that it often takes a while to realise how deep you’ve fallen. Climbing out again is the hard part, and there are so many stumbles trying to get out of it. The thing is though, you can spend weeks, months even, feeling on top of the world, and it can take the tiniest thing to make you feel exactly how you were at your lowest point. It takes an amazing amount of strength to keep on picking yourself up again. How does anyone do it?
Protip: when you find out someone has a phobia of something, do not talk about the thing they have a phobia of.
Don’t make complicated jokes about it.
Don’t make disgusting comparisons between the object of their phobia and food items.
Don’t try to talk to them about the…
…Oh, yeah.
Lucy Meadows has killed herself. It is not long after her school issued a letter to notify parents that she would be presenting as herself at work.
(see this source tw: for birth name and misgendering)
I remember reading this article and being really proud of the primary school who supported Meadows the whole way and did their best to get the whole school - including parents - behind her. I can’t believe how much one ignorant and transphobic man has done to completely destroy this.
“They are too young to be dealing with that.”
No they’re fucking not they’re the perfect fucking age to realise that not everyone is cisgender.oh god
From the comments:
Would having a trans woman teacher have been so difficult for the children? I very seriously doubt this.
However, how do you think the children felt when they found out that their teacher committed suicide as a result of being bullied in the national press?
nailed it
