Talk about your day thread

[Rangi Guy]

People think I’m timid because I’m quiet. I guarantee you she will start being a little kinder when asking me to do something in the future after that email

Walking dangerously close to something an abusive partner would say

[tree_]

People think I’m timid because I’m quiet. I guarantee you she will start being a little kinder when asking me to do something in the future after that email

Walking dangerously close to something an abusive partner would say

Dude I’m not talking about a partner I’m talking about an asshole boss. I’m standing up to power

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[bodysnatcher]

Send her a follow-up email asking how she'd react if her child came out to them as feline

lol

[tree_]

People think I’m timid because I’m quiet. I guarantee you she will start being a little kinder when asking me to do something in the future after that email

Walking dangerously close to something an abusive partner would say

Dude I’m not talking about a partner I’m talking about an asshole boss. I’m standing up to power

To what end

To not be a doormat

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[tree_]

Union rep notwithstanding, you considered you’re putting your feelings ahead of your family’s financial stability? From the outside looking in, this looks like incredibly selfish behavior, despite my sympathy for your feelings

I am at zero risk of losing my job. Worst case scenario, boss gets a little more unbearable but I can handle it. They’ll get bored of being an asshole after a while. I just told my wife everything and she’s proud of what I did and thinks that they were completely wrong to not announce her superiority. Complete asshole move on their part

[tree_]

The lady’s been working there forever and all of a sudden she’s walking around bossing people around with no announcement of her promotion

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[tree_]

Thanks Pal. Zeus be with you

[Whitey McTeeth]

After a year and a half of medical bullshit, my insurance is covering breast augmentation next month. I’ve been clean for the past year, and clear headed. I’m happy to be feeling good and liking myself after so many years of spiraling depression and addiction. I really missed posting here, and I’m looking forward to being a general dipshit around here more often.

I you guys

[Rangi Guy]

After a year and a half of medical bullshit, my insurance is covering breast augmentation next month. I’ve been clean for the past year, and clear headed. I’m happy to be feeling good and liking myself after so many years of spiraling depression and addiction. I really missed posting here, and I’m looking forward to being a general dipshit around here more often.

I you guys

Glad to have you back Whitey!

[Whitey McTeeth]

After a year and a half of medical bullshit, my insurance is covering breast augmentation next month. I’ve been clean for the past year, and clear headed. I’m happy to be feeling good and liking myself after so many years of spiraling depression and addiction. I really missed posting here, and I’m looking forward to being a general dipshit around here more often.

I you guys

Glad to have you back Whitey!

Good to be back!

[Norah]

congrats on the new tits, wonderbra

[Whitey McTeeth]

congrats on the new tits, wonderbra

Yes! I hope so.

[Whitey McTeeth]

You guys ever use the chat room anymore?

[Norah]

it's a discord server now

https://discord.gg/EYrcbYDu

[Whitey McTeeth]

it's a discord server now

https://discord.gg/EYrcbYDu

I think I’ve discorded before.

[Whitey McTeeth]

Not in this discord though.

[Jorge]

Happy to hear, Whitey

Tree, you did nothing wrong