The Isolated Blurt Thread XVI: The Butthurt Starts Here

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last night i spent twelve dollars for .67 fluid ounces of foundation. TWELVE DOLLARS.

i could have bought six packets of heirloom seeds for that price!
four gallons of gas!
three pints of Ben and Jerry's!
or a whopping jar of raw honey or organic coconut oil and still had money left over for a large iced coffee from McDonald's!

highway robbery. :mad:

You pay less than 50p a litre for petrol? No wonder Americans don't want to give up their trucks...A couple of years ago diesel touched £2 a litre - about $13 a gallon.
 
I thought of you today while buying makeup I didn't need. :rose:

And I want her makeup collection. Just to have it. Gah.


No you don't! It starts getting unmanageable even before then! It becomes a beast that devours you and takes up all your room and the moment you start leaving things on top of your dresser you become overwhelmed by the sheer fucking disaster zone that is your vanity!
 
You pay less than 50p a litre for petrol? No wonder Americans don't want to give up their trucks...A couple of years ago diesel touched £2 a litre - about $13 a gallon.

ouch! :eek:


but to your advantage, your country is roughly 60% the size of my state, and i believe your public transit system is better, no?

i have to drive an hour for real shopping, and most folks in my town drive that far to get to work every day. So Cal can be infinitely worse.
 
People who fly have a different view of the world than those who spend their lives on the ground. A very wise man once wrote a poem while he was flying, and he called this poem "The God's Eye View," and he said that this view was entirely different than the view he always had on the ground, which he called "The Bug's Eye View."

Out there, somewhere, in the air we fly through, exists an old Persian legend much like this poem about a bug who spent his entire life in the world's most beautifully designed Persian rug. All the bug ever saw in his lifetime were his problems. They stood up all around him. He couldn't see over the top of them, and he had to fight his way through these tufts of wool in the rug to find the crumbs that people had spilled on the rug. And the tragedy of the story of the bug in the rug was this: that he lived and he died in the world's most beautifully designed rug, but he never once knew that he spent his life inside something which had a pattern. Even if he, this bug, had even once gotten above the rug so that he could have seen all of it, he would have discovered something - that the very things he called his problems were a part of the pattern.

Have you ever felt like that bug in the rug? That you are so surrounded by your problems that you can't see any pattern to the world in which you live? Have you heard anybody say lately that the world is a total mess? That, my friends, is the Bug's Eye View, and seeing only a little of the world, me might be inclined to think that this is true.
 
ouch! :eek:


but to your advantage, your country is roughly 60% the size of my state, and i believe your public transit system is better, no?

i have to drive an hour for real shopping, and most folks in my town drive that far to get to work every day. So Cal can be infinitely worse.

Public transport is very good in London, not bad in other cities, and awful in the countryside, where I live. London is about 60 miles from where I live. With a combination of bus, train and tube, if I want to get there on a Sunday the round trip will take between 5 and 8 hours.
 
Public transport is very good in London, not bad in other cities, and awful in the countryside, where I live. London is about 60 miles from where I live. With a combination of bus, train and tube, if I want to get there on a Sunday the round trip will take between 5 and 8 hours.

well, now you've got me curious, darn you. ;)

turns out there's a county bus that runs between the two towns Monday through Saturday, with limited hours on Sat.
fare is $2.00 one way, and it's pretty much a straight shot from our town to the next, with no stops, because there's nothing between here and there, so i'm guessing it wouldn't take much more than an hour.

5 to 8 hours? bus, train, and tube? good gravy!

good reality check for me, too. :eek:
 
My stomach is burnt and my nipples feel a little baked. Vanity, you bitch.
 
My future husband will build me an amazing vanity to hold my makeup and purty stuff.


And a library.

My high expectations could be why I'm not married.


That's why the concept of dowries was invented.


 
Last I heard, both are well. I know Perg is the same Perg due to the book of faces. :)

I miss Honey on here.
 
No you don't! It starts getting unmanageable even before then! It becomes a beast that devours you and takes up all your room and the moment you start leaving things on top of your dresser you become overwhelmed by the sheer fucking disaster zone that is your vanity!
Whew, thanks for being the voice of reason. I had a bit of makeup envy for a moment, but you're right. As soon as you forget to put any of that away it could quickly snowball into a chaotic makeup vanity from hell :(


That's why the concept of dowries was invented.



Unfortunately those aren't so much a thing anymore. At least not in the states.
 
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