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There Are Cookies and Milk in This Open Thread

Let’s all put on our favorite pajamas and talk about interesting things. 

Here are those cookies:

Sepia toned photograph of two fork-pressed peanut butter cookies cookies and a glass tumbler half-filled with milk.

By [E] Selena MacIntosh*

Selena MacIntosh is the owner and editor of Persephone Magazine. She also fixes it when it breaks. She is fueled by Diet Coke, coffee with a lot of cream in it, and cat hair.

73 replies on “There Are Cookies and Milk in This Open Thread”


In the last 48 hours I have put out feelers on about a dozen potential places for us to live in our soon-to-be-new city and so far I’ve received responses from 1 missionary in South Africa, 1 missionary in Kenya, 1 missionary in the UK and 1 car crash victim in Texas all of whom want me to drive by an look at the houses through the windows then send the deposit money to them so they can send the keys to me.  I’ve also received 2 requests to create a profile on a rental website that will automatically send a credit report to my potential landlord complete with my bank information – you know just so they know. 1 response showing the address as a bus stop, 1 a church and another a home in foreclosure.

I just want a place to live!!!!  I’m going to have to contact a rental agency, aren’t I?

Bought my ferry ticket up to Alaska for three weeks from now, I am so happy to get out of here, even if I don’t have a job lined up yet. I am even more excited to go up through the inside passage on something that isn’t a cruise ship and moving somewhere with 1/3 of the unemployed rate.

Uuurghh. Over the years, I’ve tried to ease up on my tendency of being bad at team work, because, with a few exceptions, I don’t trust other people to get shit done to an acceptable standard, basically. And now it seems that having relied on someone to handle a fairly straightforward, small matter is about to blow up in my face.

Lesson learned: Never let control in groupwork get out of your tight little fist. I’m the exact same way, and it gives me hives to let anyone else try and run things or handle anything of importance. When my best guy friend and I had to do a major assignment together in my third year of undergrad, it was so fraught that we ended up almost friend-breaking-up. It was the only time I’ve yelled at him.

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