I’m an itchy person, and I’ve always been prone to getting unexplained itchy bumps etc. A year and a half out from my bedbug experience, I’m still half-convinced every itch is a harbinger that they’re back and I have to go through that hell again. Even better, as I’ve gotten older I’ve gotten much-more-visible “eye…

Please, PLEASE hit me up if you wind up doing a stayover in Iceland. I had the time of my life there & can’t wait to go back, and also I have Opinions about a few things that should be done there.

Thank you! I wish the procedure for best ways to get rid of really awful stuff on here was better-known. I only settled on using the tip line when I saw how long it was taking for comments about problems to get responses, out of desperation. I wish more people knew about this option, as a way of getting problems dealt…

The best way to get things like this dealt with is to write to the tip line or the author of the post - they’ll need a link to the offensive post. I did this once when someone posted a long string of animal abuse photos that still haunt me, and while everyone flagging the images and whining about them in comments for…

It’s weird that she managed it all silently. I mean, every. single. day. I wind up thinking to myself “That’d better fucking be my cat and not a ghost” as a door swings open silently or I hear quiet footsteps on the stairs, but you expect it of cats. A spitz isn’t a small dog, and you don’t usually give dogs credit…

I mean, sounds weird to me to blame an airport because you can’t set up your credit card like an adult even though the repercussions have pretty seriously inconvenienced you and a loved one at least once, and to then get cute about “Bjork bucks” just because you need to swing your dick that little bit more, but you do…

Try the Magnus Archives, the only podcast to actually spook me without resorting to cheap tricks like random prolonged screaming in the middle of a sentence.

Then I guess they’ll figure it out at 50? What’s the point of sinking 25+ years into a relationship just because it might eventually work out? Get into the serious shit when you’re ready for the serious shit, even if that’s more than half your life away - don’t waste your youth getting into it because you “should.”

In case it would interest you, here is a (weirdly cropped) picture I took of the same sheep from the frightening car story deliberately sticking his head in the door to make his baah echo louder. I think you will agree that he’s doing it on purpose to fuck with people:

Listen, the weirdest single thing about sheep and goats is that like, if I was going to mimic a dog barking, you would be like, “Yes, that is absolutely a person pretending to be a dog,” even if I was doing a really good job sounding like a dog. But a sheep or a goat sound is indistinguishable from a person pretending…

Lol animals are the worst, they will fuck with you, no joke.

I have no idea what this means - Iceland is one of the most plastic-based countries on earth. I spent a month going all over there and never touched or saw money, even when I was in small towns of like 200 people. You need to get your credit card in order.

I have no idea, but put a link up as a reply to this when you do get them up - I’d love to at least take a look at them.

Tastes vary, but you’d have to pay me more than $28 to carry something I hate as much as I hate the look of Vera Bradley.

I think that’s just that the resale market is much more accessible now. I could never afford a Kate Spade bag from their shop or outlet, but someone on ebay was selling a brand new one for 1/3rd of its value, so now I have a Kate Spade bag. I’m far from the only person to hop on that bandwagon. At this point, to get…

I had something similar a few years ago. I went into the doctor because my left ankle swelled up to the size of a grapefruit and I couldn’t bend it (unideal for my retail job). I had cellulitis, a skin infection I’d gotten when I scratched a bug bite on my ankle and gave myself a pinprick knick in the skin. I had to…

Thanks for your concern! She’s okay now, and she’s managed to build relationships again, which I cannot. imagine. after such a deep and terrifying betrayal of trust.

This just makes me think of those hideous Vera Bradley quilted bags that were everywhere among the career-having-moms for a while, not like the sleek leather goods Coach is known for.

That other half is for YOU.

After meeting her at some school events, I am followed on Twitter by Ms. Kate Bornstein herself, which is thus far my proudest achievement.