My husband and I barely made $25k between the two of us last year. As much as I would like to have a kid, there's NO WAY we could make it work right now. Maybe in a few years, after he finishes grad school and gets a decent job, I guess.

The Great Gatsby was one of the most thoroughly overrated books I have ever read in my life. Needless to say I'm not going to bother with the movie. Noooooo thank you, Baz.

That was glorious.

She seizes up every time my cat gets near her. I'm genuinely worried she's going to have a heart attack.

Haha, I would but my phone is dead. You're not missing much though. All she does is tremble and stare at me with her giant bug eyes.

Can be for some people, but the overwhelming majority I encounter seem to have no problem with it. Really, ANYTHING can be an irritant on the wrong person.

I got my mommy this (yes I got my employee discount—so what?), a fancy chocolate bar (she's from Switzerland, 'nuff said), and a handmade card (yes, handmade by me! It looks fucking awful because I'm really bad at crafts!).

I am dogsitting the world's most neurotic chihuahua right now. It's...an adventure :-/

Hey, count yourself lucky. A few months ago my husband and I were in a car accident (my husband's fault) and the driver of the other car straight-up assaulted me :(

Uhhhhhh....almost never. I'm serious. We maybe have a slight argument in the vein of "excuse me, I believe I asked you to take the garbage out before I left. Clearly you didn't do it. Why do I have to ask you to do everything 12 times?" But nothing more serious than that.

Office Space, Mean Girls, Little Miss Sunshine, Miss Pettigrew Lives For A Day.

We sell so many of these to women with KP. They say it really helps.

So, the moral of the story is that you were privileged enough to not have to worry about money while doing internships? Most people aren't that lucky.

That was amazingly cute.

Oh my goodness. My whole life I've been putting on my bra CORRECTLY, but I thought I was doing it wrong because I was a moron who couldn't fasten a bra clasp behind her back.

Me too. Death by oxygen-deprivation (be it drowning or suffocating) FREAKS ME THE FUCK OUT.

Oh man, this is gonna be good.

I have a had a couple of fucking terrible professors that I kind of wish I stood up and told off like this. Alas, I left it for the course-end teacher evaluation forms.

My husband has some light freckles on his cheekbones, just under his eyes, out to his temples. I think they're fucking precious and I love them.

My mom is like, "DON'T HAVE ANY BABIES YET! I'M NOT OLD ENOUGH TO BE A GRANDMOTHER."