As I was hate-reading this series, I shared this choice scene with my fiance. He looked horrified and responded with, "You don't want me to like... DO... that to you, do you?" No, no I don't, please for the love of god, no.

But where's the (C)T&A?

I agree, but he strikes me as the ultimate attention whore, even if he does mean well.

It's bigger on the inside ;) I saw a Tardis wallet when I was out shopping this weekend, and totally thought NEEDNEEDNEED.

Priceless! Any time I can't find my wallet, ID, keys, phone—anything important—my fiance does the "*MASSIVE SIGH* This again? I'm sure it's in your bag." And then I agree with him, but STILL CAN'T FIND IT, because my purse is big and jam-packed and things hide in the folds! THE FOLDS! So I have to empty it on the…

I "lose" my phone in the bottom of my massive bag ALL the time. Or, similarly, I "lost" my ID at the airport when I was attempting to order a screwdriver before a 9:00 am flight. I became hysterical, not because of the screwdriver I might be denied, but how the hell was I going to get on a return flight home without…

What a piece of shit! I give you mad props for dealing with this for as long as you have, because FUCK! For me, there is just an undercurrent of them not liking me that is tangible and that I can feel when we're hanging out. They live a state away (where my fiance used to live before we got serious) so we actually…

Ha! I do not miss college. At least, not the experience I had. I sometimes wish I could go back in time and do it all differently...like, not major in English. And not stay in that awful relationship for so long. Oy

I can't speak for my ex's friends, but my fiance's friends are just not fucking adults yet I don't think. One of them is significantly younger than us (we're mid/late 20s and he's only 21 or 22) so there is just a HUGE gap. He lives at home still, doesn't have even a LICENSE, much less a car... he is just not a…

Jesus. You are a saint.

I'm really curious what it is about Carrie Brownstein that makes it look like she'd like it up the butt. I mean, is it because she's bi? Inquiring minds would like to know.

I was a terrible college roommate. But I also think my roommates were equally terrible, if not worse than I was. But anytime a roommate situation devolves into passive aggressive notes... never a good sign. I wrote an few epic ones, including a note urging my roommate who was sick with a cold to "PLEASE ACTUALLY THROW…

So I know I'm missing the point, but is there any actual evidence of Bruce being trans, or is this entirely fabricated? I just have mild curiosity—not curious enough to actually research this though.

Bread is my mortal enemy. I can eat slice after slice after slice of toast. Buttered toast! Jam toast! Peanut butter toast! Fuck, toast is delicious, esp. stoned.

I found the antidote last night, you guys.

Glad it's not just me. I would describe mine as "uncontrollable" as well. Even when I have the best of intentions! Even when I eat BEFOREHAND so I'm full! Even when I try to just wait it out because I know I'm not *really* hungry! Nothing works. Nothing.

You just described my life. Last night: banana, granola, toast with jam, another goddamn banana. And I go into it telling myself I won't get the munchies this time... and then 600 calories later, I'm like, "Meh. Better luck tomorrow."

I googled it though, and apparently there are parking zones that aren't necessarily marked. Since I'm a suburbanite and know nothing about city parking, I figured my chances of getting out of it were slim, so I just paid it. The area was clearly residential (apartment buildings up and down the street), but I didn't…

That's bullshit! Yeah, we live out in the 'burbs, so I decided not to even contest it. It seemed like way more hassle to set a court date than to just freaking pay it. I was not pleased, though.

This is terrible. And parking in Chicago is terrible. It's all terrible.