Maybe it's saying: Come try clothes on while you're sweatyer than a chuff at the end of a shift in the sauna?

It really says something when that's a relief, doesn't it? I used to hope the bus would crash on the way to work so I could have a nice, relaxing stay in traction rather than go in LOL

Title: THE UNFORTUNATE AFFAIR OF THE LIZARD

Quitting you say? I am amazing at quitting. I've had 60+ jobs in my life. I quite whenever it suits me, and pick up another. These were the notable ones.

Actually, it's my worst quitting story. Starts back in 2000, when I met an incredible 19 year old boy who also happened to do backyard wrestling. (Anyone snickering and looking down their thick specs is being hit with a metal folding chair in my imagination). Anyway, to my 20 year old self this was some kickass, DIY…

I have no words for you. Just pure awe.

My friend and I worked in the photo department of a Genovese Pharmacy. We had a terrible manager so we started coming up with ideas of how we would quit. She went with a singing telegram dressed like a gorilla with a bow in her hair. The lyrics were brilliant:

In a vein similar to Kate's: When I was old enough to stop going to my family's yearly camping trip.

Other people here can offer you much better insight and advice on the particular ways in which the world has hurt you and the ways in which it has not allowed you to be the person you know you are.

The one thing I can think of is that a semi, or a train or a bus, is one of the more certain ways to kill yourself. Overdoses tend not to work when you're trying to die, and you have to get your hands on the stuff. Hanging might be almost as effective, but you need a strong beam/light fixture/etc. in your house. …

"Suicide should only be attributed to depression or other mental illness. To imply that is anything other than that diminishes the experiences of people who suffer from mental illness."

That makes no sense. Depression or other mental illnesses are likely the most common causes of suicide, but that doesn't mean they are…

I hope her last words haunt her shitdick parents for the rest of their pathetic lives.

"My sweet 16 year old son, Joshua Ryan Alcorn went home to heaven this morning. He was out for an early morning walk and was hit by a truck."

The dog is a copycat. Roomba cat forever!

If I thought I could teach my Boston to do this, I would drop $300 on a roomba right now. But she won't sit still for 5 seconds. She did wear this Christmas headband around for a long time today and that was pretty adorable.

So, I figured out the whole Santa is mom and dad thing at age six (I found the presents, half wrapped). However, I didn't confront my parents about it, I thought they were just playing pretend and it was fun; no one told me to keep it a secret.

There's a musical about her life - narrated by her murderer - in which Death is a main character who is wooing her - and still the musical is more authentic to her life and her person than any film adaption I've ever seen. Look at how pretty it is.

My experience with Europeans and our horrifically unhealthy guilty pleasures like those cheddar biscuits is that it's like tempting Adam and Eve with the forbidden fruit.

I just figured out what the difference is!! The plus size online catalog models HAVE NO HEADS. No wonder the clothes are more expensive. The worker's comp payouts must be huge.