There are very few things about Feedly that are better than Google Reader... and right now I can't think of any of them because Feedly can't keep track of what I've read. That's the primary purpose of an RSS reader.Feedly, you are not good, and I hate your face.
Quit marking things I have read as unread. I fucking don't even.
It tells me that, too, and I have 87 subscriptions.I don't like that the home screen tells me I don't have enough subscriptions and I need to refresh just to see anything.
One way to bypass that message is by setting your start page preference to "All".I don't like that the home screen tells me I don't have enough subscriptions and I need to refresh just to see anything.
I'd hug you in sympathy but... ick.With humidity and such, right now it feels like 111 F outside.
I am not made for this.
I am now thinking of that "Lex Luthor stole forty pies... and that's terrible" image.I am particularly tasty.
I have...CAKES man. CAKES. That's like manslaughter vs. murder.
To paraphrase Dilbert, it helps to NOT think of yourself as an organic pain collector hurtling toward oblivion.Can't I just be on a beach in the Bahamas, having pina coladas and mojitos and swimming with fish; still cripplingly lonely, but likely to die sooner from sharks, crazy tourists, drowning, or alcoholism; the happy truth of the quickened sweet release of death making the empty void of meaninglessness slightly more bearable?
Eh, why bother lying to myself?To paraphrase Dilbert, it helps to NOT think of yourself as an organic pain collector hurtling toward oblivion.
I question that I've been significantly happy before. External circumstances improve, internal ones continue in misery. I also have long believed that the claim future happiness exists is itself a lie; there is no guarantee of such a thing.When you are depressed, you can't remember what it was like when you were happy, and you can't imagine ever being happy.
But you have been happy before, and you have future happiness ahead of you.
There's nothing I can do to solve your current depression, but please do not allow your depression to lie to you about your future. Do not accept those lies it is telling you.
Of course there's no guarantee. There's no guarantee of anything in life. You have to at least allow for the possibility of happiness. If you don't, you'll never find it.[DOUBLEPOST=1372888489][/DOUBLEPOST]Also, happiness can be different for everyone. Some people, myself and I'm guessing you too, will never be completely happy. There will always be that feeling deep down that even though you're surrounded by people who love you, you're alone. That doesn't mean you have to be unhappy and hate life. Just don't let the thought that fairy tale happiness may never happen to you bring you down. It'll only make it worse.I question that I've been significantly happy before. External circumstances improve, internal ones continue in misery. I also have long believed that the claim future happiness exists is itself a lie; there is no guarantee of such a thing.
Or, you could make fun of it in the next book. Like have someone who has never met Dill call him a pig which would lead Dill mystified for a second, possibly have him look into a mirror as a tag. Up to you.Just woke up (couldn't sleep at all last night) after a bad dream that reminded me of dropping out of my teaching practicum.
And then I go online to see someone tweet, "That is an awesome pig detective." Fucking hell. I've not really said anything about it publicly, but Dill really does look more like a pig than an armadillo on the cover. Maybe I'll look for another artist next time.
I know man. I know.Some days you wake up and think ... what if? You just ponder that one chance for everything to go right. That one big missed opportunity. I thought about it today and while some days it doesn't get to me, today it did. I just wish ...
... that The Amazing Screw-On Head had been picked up as a series.
CAN'T. BROFIST. ENOUGH.Or, you could make fun of [Dill's resemblance] in [ ThatNickGuy 's ] next book. Like have someone who has never met Dill call him a pig which would lead Dill mystified for a second, possibly have him look into a mirror as a tag. Up to you.
NAOOOOO, don't tell me that. I'm just getting started.I'm giving up online dating for a while. This is the last straw. My heart can't handle it.
Ugh, I'm quitting too. Bad experience after bad experience.I'm giving up online dating for a while. This is the last straw. My heart can't handle it.