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· Dec 13, 2017 at 7:57 am
By jimihindranceexperience
I doubt I could handle another affair. My last one only involved my parts, not my heart, and that almost ruined me.
I LOVED being in LOVE. Of COURSE the sex was wonderful, we were in love.
This has been several sequels ago.
Anyway, I was young once, and sober, and conflicted, and tortured and a MOODY PRICK.
Leonard Cohen’s lyric, “It’s Lonely Here, There’s no one left to torture.”
Be in love with someone. Don’t go halfway. Give it everything.
This is terrible advice and leads to heartache and ruin, drug addled rampages and contemplation of contemplation.
#advancedsoul #relationships
tcr!
· Dec 12, 2017 at 2:47 pm
I opened a ticket for a bug in my boss’ code today at 1:20 pm.
POST /searched_addresses — throwing Slim error
Type: PDOException
Code: HY093
Message: SQLSTATE[HY093]: Invalid parameter number: number of bound variables does not match number of tokens
File: /var/app/current/src/Models/SearchedAddressRepository.php Line: 219
Fearless Leader updated the ticket at 2:18 pm.
I’ll fix this, but you should be passing the searched address in the GET /docks endpoint.
I updated it at 2:20 pm.
I was not aware of this.
He told me to use POST /searched_addresses in the first place, then lets me implement the code, discover bugs, and then file a bug report on its broken functionality before telling me that I should be using GET /docks instead.
#worknews #devhell
tcr!
· Dec 12, 2017 at 2:38 pm
“Junk” is above the “Trash” in the folder list but “Erase Junk Mail” is below “Erase Deleted Items” in the right-click menu.
This is the kinda thing that drives my OCD nuts. It’s been this way forever, too.
#email #apple #fail
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jimi hindrance experience
Some of these thoughts are anachronistic re; when I wrote ‘em. This was before I was all political and all. Christ, I was still murdering dates back then.
It was the best of times, it was the fuggin’ most bitchin’ purpendicular sawtooth waves of a time. Meet somebody, at a drive thru or over some counter somewhere; sometimes get set up on a blind date.
Anyway, when I was through, I’d always be lookin’ through their sock drawer for something to strangle ‘em with . Knee highs really don’t cut it unless you knot ‘em together. Thigh highs are perfect but if she had thigh highs I had ‘em on shortly after she quit wiggling and shit herself in a puddle of horror and shame. So there she was, all undressed and unable to blow. Stinkin’ like she’d just been savagely murdered and left for her room mate, away for the weekend, to find on Sunday about 5 ish.
Oops! That’s my mom. Or my wife. I’m slippin’ through these cracks like nobody’s business today.
Dearest Diary, more SOON!!!
Marilyn’s got a pretty nice sweater in those videos.
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