EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
We lost it.
Everiine is a man, and is very manly. This MAN before you is so manly you might as well just gender bend right now, cause he's the manliest man that you ever did see. His manly shape has spurned many women and girlyer men to boughs of fainting. He stands before you in a manly manerific typical man-like outfit which is covered in his manly motto: "I am a man!"
Daraius said: You gotta risk it for the biscuit.
Pony power all the way, yo. The more Brontaurs the better.
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Hmm, really sorry to hear that. Um, if it helps miscarriages are really common, like over a quarter of all pregnancies. So, maybe another female family member knows what she's going through?
There are no really good words or advice to give when a tragedy like this happens. All I can say is that you two should take care of yourself, understand that this isn't your fault, and know that we're here for you.
Everiine said: The reason population is low isn't because there are too many orgs. It's because so many facets of the game are outright broken and protected by those who benefit from it being that way. An overabundance of gimmicks (including game-breaking ones), artifacts that destroy any concept of balance, blatant pay-to-win features, and an obsession with convenience that makes few things actually worthwhile all contribute to the game's sad decline.
the only reason why I'm not a serial killer is because I'm not smart enough to plan a crime and get away scott-free. (f*ck ethics) Some people just need to be made to go away, permanently.
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why do all romance writers of any stripe write female leads as characters who are generally to stupid to live? it's rare to find a good yarn tagged as 'romance' where the heroine isn't a cardboard cutout.
why do all romance writers of any stripe write female leads as characters who are generally to stupid to live? it's rare to find a good yarn tagged as 'romance' where the heroine isn't a cardboard cutout.
If it's any help, you're not alone-- it's also nearly impossible to find a well-written gay relationship in fiction; they're nearly always twisted to fit that same "one is a gruff manly unemotional muscly dude and the other is a cookie cutter pretty boy with emotions" that's taken from bad straight romance.
Jadice, the Frost Queen says to you, "Constant vigilance."
yep, i think it's easier to find books that are essentially an excuse to play "you put what where???" or "Hide the sausage" that don't make you want to shoot the author in the head.
Clients that don't understand that resources are finite, and I cannot do things for them simply because they really really want me to. "So you don't want this contract." "It's not a matter of want, sir, it's a matter of cannot. I cannot afford what you are asking for." "Well Wells Fargo is going to buy it if you don't." "SO SEND IT TO WELLS FARGO JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH"
So started back to school to finish my degree. Was like I can finish this writing assignment at work cause well it's slow.... And of course today there had to be long meetings all day. So guess I pumped out 800 words in ten minutes
I really wish they'd just tell me if I got the job or not. I feel like I'm going to projectile vomit all the time with anxiety.
This is how I feel right now.
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
So started back to school to finish my degree. Was like I can finish this writing assignment at work cause well it's slow.... And of course today there had to be long meetings all day. So guess I pumped out 800 words in ten minutes
This is why I set my online degree work aside. The absolute NANOsecond you pick it up, that's when your situation changes and makes it hard to keep up with.
I want to call out of work because my insides are tearing themselves apart and I can hardly move without pain. On the other hand, if I call out of work, it reflects badly on me, so I daren't. Is this adulthood?
I really wish they'd just tell me if I got the job or not. I feel like I'm going to projectile vomit all the time with anxiety.
This is how I feel right now.
Third'd
It's two weeks today of waiting for me (mind you I'm still hunting) and if I don't have an email tomorrow I'm sending a follow up one.
The nerves!
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
So student loans screwed around so much that I missed deadline for registration. So now I have to wait a semester, because the government is a bunch of screw ups.
Got an email regarding the job today, said it's waiting on the results of another posting so I won't find out until Friday at the earliest, Monday at the latest.
I'm gonna go curl up in the corner.
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Got an email regarding the job today, said it's waiting on the results of another posting so I won't find out until Friday at the earliest, Monday at the latest.
I'm gonna go curl up in the corner.
At least they've told you in the meantime! I have a post it next to my desk to track how many people ask me if I've heard anything yet. They haven't told me anything since my interview, and I was supposed to find out by last Friday or by today. Still nothing!
Got an email regarding the job today, said it's waiting on the results of another posting so I won't find out until Friday at the earliest, Monday at the latest.
I'm gonna go curl up in the corner.
At least they've told you in the meantime! I have a post it next to my desk to track how many people ask me if I've heard anything yet. They haven't told me anything since my interview, and I was supposed to find out by last Friday or by today. Still nothing!
If you were supposed to find out already, send a follow-up email. Just phrase it nicely and see if you're still in the running.
It shows that you are interested and eager, but since it's already after the 'deadline' imposed by them, it's not overreaching.
Got an email regarding the job today, said it's waiting on the results of another posting so I won't find out until Friday at the earliest, Monday at the latest.
I'm gonna go curl up in the corner.
At least they've told you in the meantime! I have a post it next to my desk to track how many people ask me if I've heard anything yet. They haven't told me anything since my interview, and I was supposed to find out by last Friday or by today. Still nothing!
Also this. This exact thing is why I don't like telling family or friends things before they actually happen
Got an email regarding the job today, said it's waiting on the results of another posting so I won't find out until Friday at the earliest, Monday at the latest.
I'm gonna go curl up in the corner.
At least they've told you in the meantime! I have a post it next to my desk to track how many people ask me if I've heard anything yet. They haven't told me anything since my interview, and I was supposed to find out by last Friday or by today. Still nothing!
I actually emailed her asking politely first how her vacation was, and then slid in how I was waiting on the decision and understood she might still be catching up. If I hadn't, I'd still be waiting.
I actually like this person, having worked in the same office before so I didn't want to come off too needy. Meanwhile I'm sitting in a job that may promote someone who actively bullies people (including me) so I had a bit of a panic attack today.
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
I am cursed with a name no one can spell properly just by hearing it. If they magically know how to spell Phoebus (yaaay!), my first name still gets them. This is what I got today while calling about an appointment:
"What's your name?" "Allyson Phoebus." "Uh...I don't see you...how do you spell your last name?" "P-h-o-e-b-u-s." "Ummm...no, I still don't...you said your name was Alison?" "It's Allyson with an A-l-l-y." "Oh, there you are."
I can't really blame anyone for getting tripped up by it, but it's still tiresome to always go through. I'd just spell my name out from the start every time if it didn't feel kinda rude to do so.
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I'm so sorry. My thoughts and prayers are with you.
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Love to you and your family at this time.
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why do all romance writers of any stripe write female leads as characters who are generally to stupid to live? it's rare to find a good yarn tagged as 'romance' where the heroine isn't a cardboard cutout.
@Ileein
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Vive l'apostrophe!
The nerves!
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Battle.net is down due to a DoS attack.
Keeping a firm grip on my $$ as a result :-p
I'm gonna go curl up in the corner.
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
It shows that you are interested and eager, but since it's already after the 'deadline' imposed by them, it's not overreaching.
I actually like this person, having worked in the same office before so I didn't want to come off too needy. Meanwhile I'm sitting in a job that may promote someone who actively bullies people (including me) so I had a bit of a panic attack today.
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
"What's your name?"
"Allyson Phoebus."
"Uh...I don't see you...how do you spell your last name?"
"P-h-o-e-b-u-s."
"Ummm...no, I still don't...you said your name was Alison?"
"It's Allyson with an A-l-l-y."
"Oh, there you are."
I can't really blame anyone for getting tripped up by it, but it's still tiresome to always go through.