Mais quel chieur a conçu ce micro-ondes qui refuse qu'on change la durée ou les options après avoir lancé la minuterie ?
Oups. C'est difficile de doser les coquillettes.
So... I don't suppose you ought to use condoms that have been through the laundromat.
Wow. Clean sheets on my bed. Fancy.
I can't believe how suddenly and noticeably wrinkles happen. Always thought it was a joke that you'd notice them in the mirror one day.
So bored I'll drink a drink if you pay for the drink. Well, maybe. I mean, slightly more possibly than usual. Infinitesimally. Maybe not.
Il fait beau toute la journée quand ça ne me sert à rien, et il se met à pleuvoir à la tombée du jour. Je vais le prendre mal.
There's no way there were so many steps in the stairs before I got the flu. (Suddenly empathizing with any smokers I've ever invited home.)
Comme un pincement au coeur en entendant une mère demander à sa fille "Tu veux quelque chose ?" devant la boulangerie. Et moi ?!
Irrational fear of ever catching a cold again.
Grah ! J'allais enfin sortir de chez moi !
Contacted most iPhone or tech blogs. I feel dirty. But it's either that or more literal panhandling.
And why the fuck did I introduce it on a Sunday? Goddamn App Store reviewers working on weekends.
Remember Glyphboard? Unicode is the same, but as a native app: tap a symbol, from the several pages offered, and it’s immediately copied to the clipboard — in just one step. Or tap several symbols, then press the “Copy” button, if you want to copy and paste several at once.
A future update will let users paste symbols from outside the app into the favorites pane — mostly as a workaround for the Apple logo that I removed at the last minute because they’re no way the App Store would have accepted it (but then, the Apple logo isn’t a valid Unicode symbol anyway, so you shouldn’t really use it).
The app is very temporarily free, so you should just hurry and download and rate it with five stars.
You do know that when I promised I wouldn't bitch about the past week's weather, it didn't apply to ending up bedridden all week.
That phantom smell of coffee is gonna kill me. Whether it's phantom or not.
Forgot to eat my breakfast donuts at breakfast. It's not as fun in the middle of the day.
Yeah, it's my mouth that tastes bad (or I'm being poisoned). Funny, that never happened to me before. No, not funny.
Step 3: Profit!
Spent the night proving the quantum mechanics of How I Met Your Mother's infinite unreliable narrators. My heard hurts but the fever's gone.
I’ve waited so long for this moment, I’ve gotten so used to the idea that the app would never be approved for the App Store, that I now have no idea what to do next.
It’s unbelievable, but here it is: Apple has finally approved the Web is Pink app, which gives you direct access to, like, the best gay chat ever, right there on your iPhone.
It’s free, you don’t need an e-mail address to sign up from the app, it uses your phone’s geolocation capabilities to show who’s nearby, it’s connected with the awesome regular version of the site, it lets you upload photos and everything you need, and did I mention it’s the best gay chat in the world?
What the hell is that? Delayed hangover?