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I worry that he will get in trouble if I download things that technically aren't mine to own.

If I access the WorldWideWeb using a VPN, will that prevent my landlord from seeing the more dubious sites I access using his wireless network?

I must have these answers.

fishy071 posted...

I want to quickly look at something, find what I need, and quickly read the words.

My sentiments exactly.

wwinterj25 posted...

Sometimes less is more.

You mean like in bash.

That sounds almost like irony.

JigsawTD3 posted...

https://i.imgur.com/14aNWu5.jpg

That is quite the multitude of nipples.

I moved out of Hawaii about eight months ago. So technically, no.

Metalsonic66 posted...

https://gamefaqs.gamespot.com/a/user_image/9/5/7/AAFUswAAEH59.jpg

'Tis the stuffs of nightmares.

Cacciato posted...

homophobe

Cacciato posted...

slipped in terms of science

I don't understand how those two things are correlated.

Judgmenl posted...

Society has deemed that going outside is no longer something necessary for me.

No. You're the one who deems that. I don't know why you're pretending that you have so little control over your life.

Not so well in recent days, I should think. I've had a crush on this girl from work for a few weeks, now. My cubicle is on her way to her cubicle, so she has to pass me every time she returns from a lunch break. It's just terrible; whenever she must do so, my face gets hot, and I usually have to bury my face in my work in order to prevent her making eye-contact with me and increasing my anxiety. I sort of hate having these sorts of feelings, if I must be honest.

I should provide an update: they've agreed to cancel my application and consequently my lease. I'm no longer able to view my housing documents online, which I take as an indicator that my lease has been voided. I have asked for documentation that explicitly states that I am no longer bound to that lease I have signed prematurely. But they have told me that an e-mail confirmation is enough should I run into any legal issues. For the time being, I am taking their word on it.

I feel as though you are interchanging the plurality of the two nouns that constitute the proper nouns that name the users who have posted in this topic thus far, in the fashion of the query that you have proposed to us regarding how to refer to multiple franchises of the fast-food restaurant, Jack in the Box.

chelsea___wtf posted...

nouns

You mean used in the vocative case.

Your manner of speaking --- it is eerily reminiscent of that Alice girl who falls asleep while her sister is reading to her.

Lokarin posted...

play it off

Right now, I'm ridiculously anxious about the legal repercussions of my rash actions. What if the landlord doesn't let me off? What if she makes me pay for the whole year's rent?

I signed a lease agreement, realized how good I had it in my current abode, then decided to break it.

Ask me anything.

WorstOfAll posted...

stupid day

I had the day off today. I woke up extremely sleep-deprived, partially because of my landlord and his wife making so much noise. I had little to do today, other than take out the trash. I usually take my trash out to a nearby public dumpster, so that I need not trouble the lot I am renting from. But then I had a series of embarrassing mishaps on the way. It's snowing like mad in Nevada at the mo'; it is not weather climate with which I am well-acquainted. I slipped and fell on ice on my way to my car, and then a nearby neighbor of the landlord's told me to walk on the snow. His advice was greatly appreciated, but I could not help but feel embarrassed and foolish all the same. When I started my car, I found that I was unable to drive it out of the snow into which it had been lodged. A frustrating endeavor for me, indeed. To this end, I returned to my landlord's, and asked for help (I very much hate doing this) in contacting someone who could remove the snow from around my car. He then took out a snow shovel, and then he and the neighbor from earlier helped me drive out of the curb at which I was parked. I tossed my trash into the public dumpster as I had planned, then returned. After I parked in that same spot --- for no other spots were available, you see --- I found that I was once more unable to drive out of the curb. Some passersby pointed at me, giving me odd looks, once more increasing my anxiety and embarrassment. On my way to retrieve my landlord's snow shovel, I couldn't help but feel that the neighbor who had helped earlier was whispering darkly at me. Then his dog broke free of his control, and chased me, but not before he could call him back, to my great relief. After having cleared what I hope is a clear path out the curb, I returned to the room I was renting, where I slept for nearly an hour. As I prepared my usual dinner, consisting of eggs and rice, I thought back on the worries that had helped induce slumber. I realized that I care far too much about how others see me, and that as it is well beyond my control, I would do well to put it from my mind. Of course, as I contemplated later, I would soon slip into my unhealthy thought patterns. I now contemplate on feeling unaccomplished in life, of feeling lonely, of rarely being heard in my past life. I think about the projects that I had set for myself, of how I had not made any progress on any of them today, since I was feeling too tired to get started on any of them. In short, this wasn't one of my better days. Nowadays, in my solitude, I find myself childishly longing to be hugged.

Finally moving out of my parents' house, and finding stable work where I'm useful.

I've a figurative itching to play it once more. What can you say about it, without comparing it to the other Paper Mario games?

I must have these answers.

You mean like the Hunger Games Arena during the climax of the third Quarter Quell, in which Katniss Everdeen shoots a lightning-charged arrow at the weak spot in the forcefield of the arena, thus causing it to malfunction and facilitate the escape of the contestants who were secretly allied with District 13, which was long-thought to be destroyed seventy-years prior?

wwinterj25 posted...

Boy

You mean that word that Uncle Vernon had used for sixteen years as a vocative with respect to Harry Potter, who in the third chapter of the seventh eponymous book of his story, was left in no doubt as to whom his uncle was addressing when he called him down in order to tell him that he has once more changed his mind about the wizard-witness relocation operation?

Lokchan posted...

country

I thought he was some kind of four-thousand-year-old human augmented with an ancient power-boosting relic.

MrMelodramatic posted...

agreed to be married;

I'm assuming you did this, then?

wpot posted...

Writing a book...just because?

I guess I'm doing something like that right now. But my ability to write prose is abyssmal.

ZangsBeard posted...

lock

I locked the previous topic because I was able to answer the question that the first response posed to me. You can easily guess the nature of that answer based on the currrent status of that topic, which you've mentioned already.

bo_danvers posted...

(1) is hopefully your job.
(2) should be the opposite of what you do for a living. For example, if you sit at a desk all day, find a hobby that is physical (like walking, jogging, swimming, etc.) If you spend all day doing construction work, consider something relaxing (like reading, video games, etc.)
(3) should be something creative. Art work, music, writing, painting, baking, etc.

That's helpful to know. Thanks.

FrozenBananas posted...

Why do you always ask us wether or not your topic is stupid, and not ask us what we think about the actual question?

I'm a self-sabotaging pessimist who doesn't tend to think much of himself or his queries. I expect others to share the same sentiments by asking a close-ended question, rather than an open-ended one that may entertain the possibility that my question is not as foolish as I had initially believed, by virtue of no one voicing my thoughts.

Vampire_Chicken posted...

the kind of hobby that'll be just your own solitary activity

Yes. But I also want someone to tell me if I'm doing it wrong.

DirtBasedSoap posted...

hermit

Yeah. That's been the nature of my life for the past six months or so.

BADoglick posted...

exercising

It's not a bad suggestion. But I think I'd feel far more comfortable exercising at home, seeing as I'm too self-conscious to do it in a gym, in public, and in any venue that invites social gatherings.

SoreChasm posted...

want our advice

Sort of. Ever since I moved out here on my own, I've realized that I haven't got much to keep me happy in my free time. I just feel like I'm biding my time until the work-week starts again.

I must have these answers.

Every day, after work, my mind always wanders to the events of the work day I had just completed. I usually go through anything I may have done, that may have caused my co-workers any discomfort or distress. The act drives me mad. I always get the feeling that everyone there hates me. I very frequently ignore people whenever I pass them by. I do this out of shyness, not out of disrespect. I tend to make very little conversation. Whenever I am placed into a situation where I must speak to someone in a one-on-one conversation, I just freeze up and start babbling incoherently. I'm just abyssmal at socializing. I can never seem to look people in the eye, either out of fear that anything in their facial expression may indicate dislike toward me, or out of pure anxiety. My department is one that is closely-knit. I'm afraid that I ruin that connection and familiarity that everyone has with each other. I don't really feel comfortable engaging in the social events they hold during slow work days, because I may spoil the fun of these events. I always feel like I am being given the finger whenever I am not looking. Worrying about these sorts of gestures, which would confirm my suspicions of how I am seen by others, is greatly exhausting. I feel like it's not healthy to worry so much about being scared of being hated by others. I don't really have anyone else to talk to about this sort of thing. Come to think of it, I never did; my family never was one to listen to me very attentively. The therapists with whom I had spoken in the past usually gave long lectures about things I never cared about. It's just tiring having to listen or pretend to listen. I'm a terrible listener; it's another reason why I'm afraid that people who speak to me will come to dislike me sooner or later. Anyway, how was your Friday, board?

I must have these answers.

blu posted...

Buying something used

In the spirit of gift-giving, it's not really any different from buying something new.

Kingdom Hearts III for eighty American dollars, with the paltry trinket and some other worthless thing that came with the pre-order bonus.

You mean that dog from that cartoon with Tommy Pickles?

Being really cynical about how it has been transformed into a commercial holiday by companies who exploit and happily cater to the common lot's desire to be gratified by being figuratively showered with material goods.

I don't have much in my life to keep me happy, anymore. You've heard some variation of this story from me countless times, provided you've the attention span to read my posts. I daresay I need not repeat a recount of what woes befall me at the present. Anyway, how was your day, board?

I must have these answers.

pionear

$$$

You mean because New York apartments are notoriously expensive to rent, and so anyone wishing to relocate there would have need of a high-paying job in order to sustain a living during their residency in the state?

FrozenBananas posted...

360

You mean forty-five.

I don't know anyone who says "anti-" instead of "counter-".

Yellow posted...

type like that at school

I did break up the contents of my academic writings into paragraphs. Although, I still had many professors who complained about the unnecessary length of what I'd submitted. In truth, at some point during my academic career, I had stopped caring altogether about the content and formatting thereof.

It makes me realize how empty my life is. I don't really have any hobbies. I've no projects to work on, aside from the obligatory ones. I just recently finished drafting the scenario for a fan-fiction piece I'm planning to write, once I've proofread the scenario. I'm wondering if the sudden dearth of tasks to work on is part of the reason I'm feeling so stagnant today. I don't really have anything that is of grave importance to me, in particular. I have thought about redoing my senior seminar project that I worked on over three years ago. But then I think to myself, "Who's going to see it? Who cares at this point?" Pondering such questions kills my motivation for continuing to pursue that particular figurative train of thought. Not to mention that I scarcely have the energy to do much, these days. I can't get much sleep anymore, on account of reasons I prefer not to share oon a public forum. I find social interaction to be very tiresome, honestly. I don't mean any disrespect to the people with whom I must converse on a day-to-day basis. But it's just incredibly difficult for me to listen to them properly. It is one of the reasons why I am afraid of them hating me. It's just difficult to take interest in anything, these days. Everything's just background noise to me. I've been feeling more and more nihilistic in my isolation. Sure, ever since I moved out of my parents' house, I have been enjoying life more to some degree. But I "enjoy" it only in the respect that I need not deal with them anymore. I have taken some interest in philology and grammar studies as of late. But I've not taken to studying the subjects very seriously, only occasionally dabbling in books on them. In any case, I've only drafted instructions on my obligatory projects, prepared meals for myself, tried to nap for a bit, filled out some rental applications in preparation for the new year, mindlessly lurked around Discord in search of social interaction, then gone for a short walk without social interaction of any sort. It was upon recognizing what little I've done today, that I realized how bereft of substance my life is. I feared going outside because I wasn't a fan of the idea of being in traffic with the residual Thanksgiving shoppers. Now I'm using the computer in nearly complete darkness. Anyway, how was your Saturday, board?

I must have these answers.

I must have these answers.

PikachuMaxwell posted...

dilemma

You mean the sort of dilemma that entails them fighting over whoever is to inherit the property of the father after his passing.

Sahuagin posted...

freudian slip

Are you implying that Mr. President has accidentally confessed that the War on Iraq that he has waged so assiduously during his terms in office was a mistake?

faramir77 posted...

preorder

faramir77 posted...

didn't end up getting one until almost two months later

That sounds like it sucked, almost as though that particular Toys'R'Us store did not know the meaning of the word, "pre-order".

I'm feeling pretty rotten, right now. My current mood is related to my work-mates. I know that it is unimportant if they like me or not. Lately, I feel like the workers outside my department have been being passive-aggressive to me, as of late. Just this morning, I had bade the chef in the work cafeteria cook up their daily special. The chef had told me, when handing the meal off to me, to have a wonderful day. I merely said, "Thanks", then walked away without wishing the same for him. It's just hard to mean that sort of thing with a genuine expression on my face, when in truth, it's hard for me to care. It sounds callous, I know. I wonder sometimes if it would be better if I tried not to disguise my apathy for others. This way, I would be far more genuine. In my workplace, it is common etiquette to hold the door for others. Those who do are commonly met with expressions of gratitude. I, however, have not comported myself with the manners of these lot, not so socially crippled as myself. Whenever this happens to me, I am not met with compulsory responses to my utterances of "Thanks"; they have learnt, surely, that I am not friendly in the slightest. My expressions of gratitude are either too softly to be heard, or not expressed at all. I fear being hated by people. It is often said that not caring for how one is seen by others is a skill that should be practiced for one's personal benefit. Yet, I cannot help but feel guilty following such advice with respect to the co-workers in my department. Personality-wise, they are warm, they are friendly, and very much amicable. I am their polar opposite in this regard. I feel guilty always unconsciously effecting body language that gives them the impression that I do not wish to consort with them. I worry about hurting their feelings by repeatedly being too shy to speak with them. Some co-workers have called in sick, already, since I was inducted into their department. It was often said that theirs was a team that is very close-knit. I often worry that my arrival disrupts the chemistry of that intimacy, as though I am like a virus that changes the ecosystem in which it nests itself. Just today, during our break-time, I have made an allusion to a television show that a co-worker had happened to share an interest in. I, however, have ignored her eagerness to consort with someone with a common interest. The experience has taught me to never share interests with others, for fear of once more rebuffing these advances and inadvertently causing distress to the one making them. Some sigh when they are tasked with speaking to me and coaching me. Others have made remarks about my consistently deadpan face and style of speaking making it ridiculously difficult for anyone in their sane mind to want to approach me. At times, I wonder if I would be let go because of how coldly I act towards my peers and superiors. My sociophobic behavior certainly has enabled some people to be passive-aggressive to me, I think. I worry that my co-workers do not assign me as many tasks, because they feel that by letting me take on less work, I will appear less valuable to the team.

In any case, this is how I am doing at the moment.

Linux Mint. I switched to it over a year ago. I admit that my knowledge of bash is too scant for me to utilize my OS to its full potential. However, I have very rarely seen a need to learn more about scripting in bash further than my computing habits have necessitated.

You mean of drugs.

Far-Queue posted...

his grave

But he's not dead.

PoopingSkeleton posted...

easier

Is your implication here that by being a man in what is more-or-less a patriachal society, you will be more likely to be successful in life?

Surely, it would have been better had you posted this exactly twenty-six seconds ago?

I've edited my original post. Hopefully, it will be easier to read.

...I just realized that I've forgotten an apostrophe in my topic title. <<';

dud posted...

gimmick account

It is not.