I have been /anon for ~4 years constantly Liela lol but what lvl are you? there are better recipes
I have a deep ingrained distrust of anoned people, but I would make an exception for you Josiah! ^^
Just dinged 41 tonight. :-( I was thinking waistbelts to 43, ram mantles to 49 (kind of a high jump, but oh well), raptor straps to 53, raptor jerkins to 58, and hard leather rings to round it out to 60. And then throwing leathercraft against my farthest back mog house wall and leaving it there until SE raises the crafting caps, and then maybe leaving it there anyways. xD How'd you get your leather up? Are there better jumps and recipes? Tell me :D
Something that grinds my gears is people who overpay for fancy names on things instead of getting the best value. I guess it shouldn't since it doesn't affect me. However stereotypes emerge, which claim my stuff "isn't as good" because it doesn't bear a flashy name.
Well it's not a big deal about a random crush, but if you're in love it certainly is.
The comics are something else, they're just made for the fun of it, don't need to look too much into them.
Maybe its just me but I've never found myself in a situation where I've fallen in love with someone that doesn't even like me back. I've been in far too many situations to see the infatuation wear off very quickly but maybe I'm just a cynic these days.
Well it's not a big deal about a random crush, but if you're in love it certainly is.
The comics are something else, they're just made for the fun of it, don't need to look too much into them.
Maybe its just me but I've never found myself in a situation where I've fallen in love with someone that doesn't even like me back. I've been in far too many situations to see the infatuation wear off very quickly but maybe I'm just a cynic these days.
That's kinda the same with me. I can't love someone until I spend a lot of time with them, and I mean a LOT of time. And if they aren't quite fond of me, they don't want to spend that amount of time together. So it's been my experience that not staying together or getting friend-zoned was kind of a mutual decision-- one didn't want to put in the time, and without that time, the other lost interest within a week or two.
Something that grinds my gears is people who overpay for fancy names on things instead of getting the best value. I guess it shouldn't since it doesn't affect me. However stereotypes emerge, which claim my stuff "isn't as good" because it doesn't bear a flashy name.
Aw :-( don't feel bad. My stuff isn't brand name either, because it's a waste. Well, I guess my jeans are brand name, they are mostly Vanity. That's just because Vanity is the only store in the local mall that carries my size in a boyfriend-style jean. If we ever move someplace that doesn't have a Vanity, then whatever store is closest that has my size in a boyfriend jean will be it.
But on other stuff? I get compliments on my hair quite a bit from people who use Matrix or salon brands. I have been using Suave for ages now and it works just as well, no one can even tell the difference. Food tastes just as good in an off-brand. Cocoa Pebbles and Cocoa Dino-Bites are the exact same silly thing, one just gives you more delicious for a lower price. In fact, we can't have MSG (terrible, awful migraines when we eat MSG) so we often HAVE to buy off-brand food because name brands put MSG into everything. Don't feel bad at all for having off-brand stuff. It's just as good, and some of it is much better, than name brands! /comfort!
Australia grinds my *** gears. *** *** country. Oh, beaches everywhere, there should be hot girls, right? NOPE! They don't even sound nice half the time. *** *** bylaws. *** *** education. *** *** monstrous spiders. *** markup on everything. *** PARTY STANDS HARASSING YOU EVERY *** TIME YOU PASS. "HEY MAN, YOU GOING CLUBBING THIS WEEKEND?" NO *** YOU!
*** Australia. I can't even *** go home without losing out on a ***ton of money.
Australia grinds my *** gears. *** *** country. Oh, beaches everywhere, there should be hot girls, right? NOPE! They don't even sound nice half the time. *** *** bylaws. *** *** education. *** *** monstrous spiders. *** markup on everything. *** PARTY STANDS HARASSING YOU EVERY *** TIME YOU PASS. "HEY MAN, YOU GOING CLUBBING THIS WEEKEND?" NO *** YOU!
*** Australia. I can't even *** go home without losing out on a ***ton of money.
Australia grinds my *** gears. *** *** country. Oh, beaches everywhere, there should be hot girls, right? NOPE! They don't even sound nice half the time. *** *** bylaws. *** *** education. *** *** monstrous spiders. *** markup on everything. *** PARTY STANDS HARASSING YOU EVERY *** TIME YOU PASS. "HEY MAN, YOU GOING CLUBBING THIS WEEKEND?" NO *** YOU!
*** Australia. I can't even *** go home without losing out on a ***ton of money.
*** you, Australia, so *** much.
Biggest *** mistake of my life so far.
Are you serious? When I was in Sydney, it was FULL of beautiful people. Everyone was SO friendly. And smart! You could talk about the craziest things with just random people. If my experience was 1/4 as good as I remember it, it would have been an awesome trip. I'm sorry it's not working out the same for you! :(
I camped Ankabut for five and a half hours today. He didn't pop once. I need to kill him 4 times. Of course, he's located in the very back-end of the depths of the huge-arse zone that is North Gustaberg S.
I finally gave up because I was half starved, so I decided to pick my husband up from work and hit up some fast food before our Limbus event.
I told my fellow campers good bye, gave one of them leader, dropped party, warped to Jeuno, and no more than 3 minutes later I got a tell from them-- "He popped, can you come back out?"
I actually couldn't come back out because I was on my way out the door, but it was really sweet of them to offer to hold him for me. I raged.
So, I dedicate the rest of this rant to the person who invented lottery spawns.
Dear Sir or Madam,
You are obviously insincere in your wish to not see players neglect their actual lives in their desire to play your game, as stated in the log-in screen every single time anyone decides to play FFXI. Didn't your mother ever tell you that it was a sin to lie? Furthermore, it's positively diabolical to have a monster as hideous as a spider that spawns once every 1.5-12 hours, minimum. Twelve hours is not a reasonable amount of time to spend on any one game at a time, let alone on any one monster. And spiders? What am I, the exterminator?
Therefore, I hope your cat pukes in your favorite pair of shoes. Not just one of them either, I hope she pukes in them both. I hope the next time your mother sees you, she freaks out over nothing and slaps you. I hope when you are whining about it to your wife, you inadvertently say something derogatory about the insanity of women, which offends her, and that she makes you sleep on the couch for no less than three nights. I hope when you are driving to work in the morning, you don't hit a single green light the whole drive. I hope you stop by Starbucks and order a hot coffee and that they give it to you cold. I hope you go through the McDonald's drive-through for a shamrock shake, have to wait in line for twenty minutes, don't have the correct change, and that your shake is lukewarm. I hope you crave homemade chocolate milk but when you try to make some, you discover that you are out of Hershey syrup. I also hope you stub your toe.
Therefore, I hope your cat pukes in your favorite pair of shoes. Not just one of them either, I hope she pukes in them both. I hope the next time your mother sees you, she freaks out over nothing and slaps you. I hope when you are whining about it to your wife, you inadvertently say something derogatory about the insanity of women, which offends her, and that she makes you sleep on the couch for no less than three nights. I hope when you are driving to work in the morning, you don't hit a single green light the whole drive. I hope you stop by Starbucks and order a hot coffee and that they give it to you cold. I hope you go through the McDonald's drive-through for a shamrock shake, half to wait in line for twenty minutes, don't have the correct change, and that your shake is lukewarm. I hope you crave homemade chocolate milk but when you try to make some, you discover that you are out of Hershey syrup. I also hope you stub your toe.
Now that I am finished raging, I'm glad to have amused you. ^^ Now, for a good week-long break in camping anything because it's a sin to camp over spring break. :D
Yesterday at the gas station, there was a guy in a mechanic's shirt in front of me. He started jabbering about his wisdom tooth, and the fact that he would rather pull his own than let Obama keep it. From what I could understand, between the long, stereotypical Southern draws and the cringe-inducing redneck laugh *gick gick gick*, he was in a tizzy because the FBI is now keeping people's teeth to keep tabs on US citizens. I noticed he had three different kinds of ice cream bars and a couple of cokes too. I assumed it was for him, but I was informed that they were for his gal-pal who he pointed to. (Big BIG big lady.)
So much outer smiles and nodding, but so much inner facepalming. That seems to be how I make it through my day. Why do strangers always want to talk to me?!?
No, I didn't punch a wall, I didn't stick my hands in a sink full of extra-strength Dawn and steaming hot water, I didn't scrape them on anything, the dogs didn't bite them. They just do this, all on their own, every winter. And this one is fairly mild at the moment, I've had all knuckles looking like this at a time before.
It hurts, damn it. Touching the skin of my hands (on the back sides only, thank god not on the palms) hurts. And I'm not talking only the parts that are oozing blood, the entire back of the hands hurt when touched. They hurt when I bend them out of an ordinary position, not the ligaments but the skin. I can understand a ligament getting upset if I bent it crazily, but skin should be a bit more supple than that. Especially skin that's only 25 years old. You can't really tell in the picture, but if you look at my hands in person, they look like the hands of a 70 or 80 year old woman. Not a 25 year old.
I've tried putting lotion on them. A doctor prescribed Cetaphil lotion. It helps the pain, temporarily, but doesn't heal the broken skin. I've tried other lotions, they really just don't work. The scented ones make it worse. Vaseline works the same as Cetaphil, it eases the pain for the moment but doesn't heal anything. Mink oil does work and does help heal the skin, if I have it on 100% of the time, however the entire time it's on I can touch nothing else because it's so greasy that it will not absorb and will smear onto anything I touch. I can't not touch anything 24/7, lol. ;;
Stupid hands. My lips do it too, although Vaseline heals them up right nicely. It's a pain in the arse to wake up to bloody lip prints on my pillowcase though, or take a drink of water from a glass I've already drank from and taste blood in the water. Grinds me right smack dab in the gears!
