

I did not know what waffle stomping was. I regrettably do now.
I did not know what waffle stomping was. I regrettably do now.
It’s horrible and I hate it. A partner in the past stopped wearing a velvet item of clothing. Not because I asked - I would never - but because I touched her noticably less when she’d wear it. I cannot stand the feeling.
Edit: peaches don’t bother me at all.
I’ve not personally had the benefit of owning square plates, mostly as I think all my dishes have been second hand. That said, they would stand up in the dish drainer much better. No rolling around. You win lol
Hm, round. To fit the plate.
So this was part of a much bigger discussion and turned out in reality to be mostly due to some unaddressed mental health issues. But on the tail end of an argument, y’know when you’re starting to talk nice again and resolve things, I said something like it’s okay, sometimes you’re just a sad pancake. She burst into tears because she wanted to be a waffle. Hormones and mental health are wild, y’all.
Oh that’s so real. I’m like six years clean of opiates - it does get easier, but occasionally my veins get itchy when I get really stressed. Normally relationship stress.
I personally prefer to always poop naked. At home, at least.
I was just complaining to a friend that I think it’s fucking absurd that Messenger still doesn’t work with webp but I now have an ‘imagine’ button for making stupid ‘AI’ art.