I didn’t the first time, but I did after reading your comment.

I leave the whole thing set up in the guest room so I don’t have to mess with it, and I’m a woman, so most of my dressier tops are less complicated than a men’s button-down. I plug it in, wash my face, and it’s ready to go, and it really is only about 2 minutes to actually iron. Maybe twice that if it’s a particularly finicky fabric (which I’m slowly eliminating from my wardrobe).

Man, I iron all the time. I’m not like, ironing underwear like a crazy person, but I have a lot of shirts that would be straight up unacceptable to wear to work without it. It takes like 2 minutes.

I was ready to be insulted, but then I remembered that I bought a whole ass Steam Deck and I’ve pretty much used it as a Binding of Isaac machine.

Not necessarily. I’ve beat several thousand levels of a similar game (because I’ve trained my brain that playing it means it’s sleep time and now it knocks me out) and haven’t spent a dime.

No, they’re sweatpants, just with a slimmer fit and tapered legs so they’re a little nicer looking.

It’s definitely way less work. If you get hired for an hour, you’re pretty much expected to be fully engaged in, if not sex, then at least being entertaining in some way. With the type of sex work she did, she was never getting paid for time spent sleeping or eating (and definitely not hanging out and shopping), unless that was someone’s kink, I guess. I had a series of sugar daddies in my early 20s, and don’t let anyone tell you that’s not sex work, and I definitely made less per hour than a more traditional prostitute, but I also put in a lot less energy. Plus, it came with a lot more perks.

I wear a lot of cargo joggers, which are really the best of both worlds. 10/10. I usually have to buy them in men’s because of the eternal struggle for pockets, but it’s worth it.

Somewhere, Brennan Lee Mulligan is crying and he doesn’t know why.

Oh I’m the opposite - I’m not a very good cook because I don’t enjoy doing it. I’m pretty good with flavors because I’m not afraid of seasonings, but my knife skills are bordering on Worst Cook in America levels. The abuse I have wrought upon poor, innocent, delicious onions is a crime.

Also, if you like the fried onions, have you seen the jalapeno version? So good. I’ve started putting them on everything.

I’m the worst about this. My mom and I will try a new restaurant and I’ll be talking about “oh this needs acid, that’s the perfect amount of heat, blah blah.” Meanwhile, I’m over here “cooking” noodles with a pile of kimchi every other day because that’s all I ever have in the fridge.

Coffee, hash browns, eggs. Then I spend my remaining money on hot sauce or green chile.

Hardness of the Sexbots?

The lesbian flag makes me wish I was a lesbian, so I get it. The ace flag is kind of meh, imo.

I woke up at 6 to get a head start on desecration, but then I had a bbq to attend later so I got way off schedule. I really need to be on the ball today if I want to destroy the sanctity of straight marriage and groom children by telling them that they’re valid and deserving of love no matter how they identify. It’s a lot of work for a Sunday, honestly.

Ugh Joffree is clearly some kind of hellspawn.

There has got to be someone who sucks less than James Charles for this. Shit, I’d take someone who knows how to color match.

Sadly, no. She was just a really nice person. It’s ok though, it’s probably better to not date people that make you feel like a bridge troll in comparison.

Even that wouldn’t always work. This woman found out I was working on my birthday (I always do, but I guess that’s s big deal to some), so she came back with cake, a bottle of prosecco, and flowers. My mom was like, “Was she trying to date you??” That woman was one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen in real life, I fucking WISH she was trying to date me. I am not that lucky. It’s only the men my dad’s age that are trying to hook up.