googledocs you are getting awfully uppity for something that can’t differentiate between “its” and “it’s” correctly
oho and now you’re questioning my adverb usage? you? you?
you fucking dare?
you try to change ‘tears’ to ‘years’ for no reason but don’t catch ‘imporint’???
hey quick question gdocs
what the fuck
querched up white boy
i don’t have screenshots, but one time i typed the word “table” into google docs in the process of writing my story, and google docs carefully underlined the first four letters (“tabl”), and asked me if perhaps i’d meant to write “table”
yes, google docs, that would be why i’d written “table”
out of curiosity i accepted the change. the word now read “tablee”
“available with premium subscription” “will be removed on the 31st” “available free with ads” “rent 4.99 buy 20.00″ “not available in your country” “not available on this device” what if every streaming service fucking killed itself and films ran around their fields free and organic in their natural state
The apartment buildings around here have glass-panel balconies, which means that the area is essentially your own personal terrarium. Several neighbours have used this for the benefit of their pets, furnishing their balconies with cat trees and stuff, and it’s always a delight to walk past one of the houses and unexpectedly see a cat or a dog! I’m sure they love being free to safely watch the scenery outside unleashed and unsupervised.
There’s one apartment here that’s on ground level so their balcony is right on the street level (yeah, I wouldn’t feel safe living like that either, but still), and they have the prettiest cat I’ve ever seen - with green eyes and this pearly grey coat with ashen stripes - and every time the cat is out when we’re passing by, we sometimes pause to admire it. They also have another cat, which is black and looks very standard and ordinary.
I’ve felt bad about not remarking the black cat more, because I’m sure that one is just as lovely as a personality, and I’ve tried to notice that one more, too. And now I’ve paused to contemplate how ridiculous that is. I feel guilty about playing favourites about a complete stranger’s cats whom I don’t know and don’t interact with in any other way than by considering each other a mildly entertaining sight on the other side of the glass. These cats do not care what I think or how I feel about them.