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I hope he gets sick and dies

Besides the law case for ep 9 this episode was SO GOOD to the Young Woo and Junho agenda like??? That scene of Jun Ho really milking taking an eyelash off for Young Woo??? Him brushing his fingers hesitantly over her cheek, stepping closer to her to try and pluck it off?? Both of their heartbeats racing and getting shy at the proximity?? Jun Ho being a little bit jealous of how much Young Woo was talking about the defendant guy and missing her talking about whales??? BUT YET him smiling when she was grinning while talking about the exact same guy he was jealous of because he just can’t help it??

Young Woo being so genuine and forward with her feelings for him, taking her friend’s advice and helping him with his seat, car door, carrying things, etc?? Jun Ho getting confused and worried about her actions but then completely getting flustered when she blurts out another confession???

THAT LAST FUCKING SCENE her choosing the revolving door, something she has troubles with, over the door, an easier alternative, because maybe she has fun and fond memories of dancing the waltz through it?? Jun Ho coming in at the last second, completely out of breath from literally SPRINTING from his house to the firm after his realisation?? Him finally proclaiming his feelings for her directly while both of them stand there in matching pastel coloured clothes?? ITS ALL SO SOFT AND SWEET I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOUR—

Angy about how we have known about Mitsuba and Shinoa knowing each other before the formation of the Shinoa squad ever since chapter 8 and still… a decade, 4 months and 5 days later the manga never ever touched this subject again…ever…

People joke about ADHD all the time, even swear up and down they totally think they also have it, but then if you ask for an accommodation, to please please please provide things in fucking writing, EXACTLY what they want and need, you will even work it out WITH them, like they promised they would do — repeatedly over and over, and then you don't get it people really will fucking be like:

I am using the incorrect bathroom (TM) to place my shelving and store my things. Homegirl literally removed various sundries and toiletries from a CLOSED CABINET and SHELF because she's interested in boundaries and accountability for my mess.

I said months ago I wanted to improve things for her comfort level and needed a written list of what precisely that fucking looked like in order to achieve it and not miss anything she deemed important. I explained how ADHD works, why I needed a written reference. Why I had to have it laid out, and if something needed changing we needed to write it all out. I would've made the list myself, but they said they would make it for the whole house to hold up their end of things. And, thinking this was a very reasonable adult solution to keeping the house in good shape, I said okay, come up with the list of expectations and what is needed and that way we can update how we handle chores. Awesome. I will do that to uphold my end.

No list ever gets made or drafted or anything despite my bringing it up, knowing we need to do it, but I DO get berated for failing to meet expectations and boundaries that were never fucking provided or delivered and include "don't store toiletries in this particular bathroom because I don't like it."

I can't believe I am a goddamn adult who gets treated like an idiot child for expecting adult communication instead of snide ass passive aggressive bullshit and basic respect for my things.

Because when I fucking get home, my shelving has been removed and a cabinet emptied of my things and placed in the "correct" bathroom.

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Oh shit she solved it, this doesn't look cluttered at all!

What a vast improvement to storing things in appropriate storage!

Did I drive 20 hours for pictures of Bin chickens? Hell yeah!

The White Ibis (Lovingly known as the Bin Chicken) are a marsh bird who have adapted to cities as their habitat has been destroyed.

The White Ibis is a symbol of ecological awareness, their presence in our cities proof that we are failing our vulnerable marshlands.

My rez got rid of these giant, metal garbage bins for the houses & replaced them with these shitty, small plastic ones they use in the city (which are easier for animals to get into) because Indian Affairs decided we're getting less garbage disposal funding for no reason, fuck you INAC

Obligatory fancier outfit that must be present anytime I post outfits 

a tribute to the bright blue bikes - good bye team suzuki

This is a pleasant time of year.

Leaves have started to fall. That feature of nature I could easily live without. However, it gets me outside and moving. Collecting the leaves brings me satisfaction. Seeing the green grass appear again... ahhhhhh.

Of course tomorrow afternoon little evidence of my work will remain.

It's mostly a Wednesday routine. Trash and yard waste collection here is on Thursdays. The day before I get out my Toro Super Recycler Muncher Shredder mower. I mulch and collect leaves in the mower's bag, then fill the large plastic yard waste container to the brim.

If I skip no more than one or two Wednesdays each fall I can get a full season's worth of leaves in that container before weekly service ceases for winter. It gives me joy if I don't end up putting excess leaves in those heavy paper bags we have to use nowadays. (You have to buy those things!)

Today's yard work is now done. The mower has been cleaned of dust. The big bin is down at the curb. My step count is up. The hot shower I'll soon take will feel well deserved, much nicer than a "just getting ready for office work" shower.

Not coincidentally, this is also the beginning of the Wednesday evening martini--eventually changing to Manhattan--season

I am an assistant teacher in a preschool, and one thing I pride myself on is nicknaming my dear kiddos. One of my little boys I call Muppet. Now I call him Muppet for 3 main reasons. 1) his mouth is always open in a dopey smile (very muppet like), 2) he has a propensity for doing a lot of slapstick-y bullshit (higher than usual, even for a 2 year old) and 3) he rag dolls at least like 5 times a day. I’ll be watching him play, blink and then he’s just

if you ever see someone throwing away dead potted plants you better take those. reuse those pots. reuse that soil. There's no such thing as "dead" soil. IDK what they were growing in them. Take that soil and reuse it. Mix it with other potting soil, add some cheap granular fertilizer, add some kitchen scraps. do not fucking throw away potting soil!!!!!

your parents buy those hanging baskets from the hardware stores that always die at the end of a year? Reuse those containers! Just break off the stems of the dead plant, stir around the dirt with a shovel, and you're good! There's literally nothing wrong with that potting soil!!

actually the best thing about a lot of video games is the ability to quickly and easily delete shit from your life that you don't want anymore and instantly turn them into money instead