TranscribeMe worth it? No, it’s not worth it. In an age where most people are turning to the Internet for jobs, TranscribeMe! fails to provide any reassurance.
What to do? Should I let my wife die or risk reliving the same lifetime over again? It would also mean ensnaring my wife in the same never-ending time loop and perhaps someday being consumed by the Kairou.
This episode of Mushishi (蟲師) deepened my appreciation for my mother’s continued existence. Unlike those who’ve had the misfortune of losing their mothers at an early age, I’ve had the honor of knowing mine for the last few decades.
Words are not needed, except that and this one.
Dating is like a roller coaster: You get tired of it after a while.
I’m at that point in my life where I feel as if I’ve ridden this ride too many times. I no longer feel sad or happy. I just file away the memories and start anew.
In the beginning, it was all about me, me, me–about what I lost or what could have been. Now I’m just a fountain of sincere well wishes.
Perhaps you’ve heard the story of the man who fired a bullet through his floor into a neighboring apartment, or the Texan congressman whose skull was pierced by celebratory gunfire, or the boy who was killed by a bullet fired from two miles away, or the gunman who randomly shot an elderly man on the street in broad daylight?
How did I come up with YAPAHOLIC and what does it mean?
Well, it’s a combination of the word “yap” and the suffix “-aholic.”
When you combine the two, you get YAPAHOLIC:
Someone who explicates his or her thoughts in a compulsory manner.