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Everyone has them.
Mine:
Every time someone says "come on", I say "your face". Other than at work, that would ve unprofessional. Speaking of work, other than my work shirts, I don't iron. If anyone asks about creases in tshirts or sweaters, I just say "I'm starting a trend".
I'm a big believer, that but for the grace of God, time only moves in one direction. So there is no point sulking about the past your can't change, when you could be living in the present and planning for the future. As such, I always nominate myself to go first for everything. If it sucked, I can't change the past so who cares. If you sit back and watch other people go first, you start to doubt yourself.
I always get told I have playlist psychosis. It goes from Britney, to Metallica, to Outkast, to Frank Zappa, to David Guetta, one song after another. If a song is good, it is good on it's own merits, not by which genre it belongs to.
I'll order extra fries for my wife, which she "doesn't want" but then somehow always get eaten. We share a bed, a bank account, and a family, but my plate is my fucking plate.
Go.....
Mine:
Every time someone says "come on", I say "your face". Other than at work, that would ve unprofessional. Speaking of work, other than my work shirts, I don't iron. If anyone asks about creases in tshirts or sweaters, I just say "I'm starting a trend".
I'm a big believer, that but for the grace of God, time only moves in one direction. So there is no point sulking about the past your can't change, when you could be living in the present and planning for the future. As such, I always nominate myself to go first for everything. If it sucked, I can't change the past so who cares. If you sit back and watch other people go first, you start to doubt yourself.
I always get told I have playlist psychosis. It goes from Britney, to Metallica, to Outkast, to Frank Zappa, to David Guetta, one song after another. If a song is good, it is good on it's own merits, not by which genre it belongs to.
I'll order extra fries for my wife, which she "doesn't want" but then somehow always get eaten. We share a bed, a bank account, and a family, but my plate is my fucking plate.
Go.....