I voted AND got a new registration sticker for my car. (The registration was the burden, the voting just happened to be at the same place so it was a nice two-birds-with-one-stone stop.)
A. I HATE layovers.
@cherrispryte Well, these were all boys I knew and considered my friends. I didn't do it to strangers. Having been on the receiving end of the unwelcome-stranger-boner-rub, I didn't take the costume that far. (Saying "I only rubbed my fake boner on friends" doesn't sound better, but I promise I'm not a predator.)
@cherrispryte To be extra pervy, I've rolled up a washcloth & stuffed it down my pants so it looked like I had a boner. I would sneak up behind boys and rub it on them while telling them, "You sure do smell good."
Borrow someone's ironic gas station attendant shirt (or bowling shirt, you know someone has one.) Wear it with jeans and sturdy shoes/boots. Strap down your boobs if necessary. Slick down your hair with a butt-load of hair gel. Use eyeliner to draw on a moustache & side burns. Go as that creepy dude who sucks his teeth at all women. I LOVE this costume because it is super creepy even for dudes, and I sexually harass men ALL NIGHT LONG. It is nice to turn the tables on them.
If you're going to be in the Dallas/Ft Worth area, make a stop at the state fair! It's the most concentrated version of "Texas" you will ever find, and fun! Eat so much fried food you contemplate lying on the ground and dying! It's required!
Having seen what living with an honest-to-goodness hoarder is like, I have become very unsentimental when it comes to objects. My uncle had THREE houses because he kept filling them up and being forced to move. One was his mother's, one was his and the other was his son's. When he died, my aunt & cousin were finally able to admit that it was him, not the family as a whole and had started the process to sell two of the houses within a week of the funeral. Everytime I think of the paths that were created so they could walk from room to room, I throw away four things.
Logan, think about how many things you did/said/bought without blinking and how it would appear to people who didn't know you were actually barely keeping your head above water. For all you know that guy is stiffing his roommates on the electric bill to be able to accrue that $2000.
I've eaten one of those illicit chicken sandwiches. Not gonna lie, the fact that it was off-limits made it THAT MUCH MORE DELICIOUS.
As a person from the generation before yours (X), I provide this example. My grandfather always said, “The world needs ditch diggers. If digging ditches is what will make you happy, then do it.” At no point was there the implication that digging ditches would make someone rich, only that it might make someone happy. I always understood that money does not follow passion, but a sense of happiness would. I chose a passion (librarian) without the expectation of money. I happen to have a position that allows me to be happy AND allows me to be relatively comfortable at time. (I can’t fly all over the world on my salary, but I can make a few road trips a year and still pay my mortgage.) Not everyone is so lucky.