Pretty sad though.
Pretty sad though.
… and the offender is an 8-year-old even-whiter female who was found in the forest graveyard several years ago with no discernible parents.
So, does it stand for My Trans Fighters, or Male To Female, or something?
I got an itch that could only be scratched with more games.
Somebody had to do it.
I’m really into Computer Science too.
I got a degree, then spent a year job searching to end up working customer service; carrying drinks up and down stairs for a few months. I eventually got an internship doing programming.
It’s nice to finally have a job in something that I’ve been interested in for a long time, although now I guess a very large amount of my time is spent using computers. Also, even if it pays more, I suppose writing code where I don’t even fully know what it’ll be used for feels less “rewarding” than serving customers.
Perhaps it’s simply because there’s less benefit to more obsolete stuff that there’s less pressure to study it, thus it’s more fun?
When something becomes a job, it becomes less fun. It’s often good to keep work and hobbies somewhat separate.
Left has thicker plot armour.
The bare minimum is still exhausting though.
Glory hole 1: The glory hole below me is not a mimic.
Glory hole 2: The mimic uses bold text.
Glory hole 3: The mimic has an even number.
Glory hole 4: I am not a mimic.
Glory hole 5: The mimic has an odd number.
Choose wisely. There is one mimic who lies.
Chest: “I am definitely not a time mimic.”
I don’t really like dogs.
One time I was studying for the day at a dog owners house and I was asked to let the dogs outside in the garden at around midday. They didn’t say to let the dogs back in, nor did it ever occur to me that they wanted that. They started to get quite loud in the afternoon.
“Generate me 4096 images of pharmacy patients!”
Condolences…
I hope you were able to recover.