Jonesisonthelam2
Jonesisonthelam2
Jonesisonthelam2

I think I'm attractive. Its so subjective though. I've had people tell me point blank I'm average looking and I've had others gush and tell be I'm beautiful, hot, sexy or striking (I've been told I've got a Eastern European sexiness going on…whatever that means). Idk I seem to do great at dating so I'm not questioning

I am distantly related to these people, though through the line without money or influence, but through the line that carries these particular mental disorders. I barely just escaped being "Little Edie'd" by my mother, and she still managed to steal a good part of my life. The documentary is more like a horror film

I always felt the "amusement" people say they feel when watching this film was terrible and wrong. Emotional incest at it's worst and most damaging, IMO.

Watching Little Edie circle round the revelation in the documentary Greg Gardens, I was struck by the thought that we all secretly long for self-awareness. If our lives are a puzzle that we must solve, sometimes (if we suspect that the finished image will be an ugly one) it's easier to let it go unsolved. If the

Well, at least that would shut him up for while?

I remember reading an interview with John Mayer (I think it was from Rolling Stone, but earlier than the one quoted in the article) where he talked about wanting a wife who would be understanding about his life on the road and would make hot dogs to take to their kids' Little League games or some shit like that... It

In a perfect world his future wife's last name will be Naise and he will hyphenate his last name Mayer-Naise. Thus finally having nomenclature beffiting his personality and musical stylings.

Seriously. I love it when people move on to Pretentious Level Humbleness.

My best friend married my ex, I was the maid of honor at their wedding. I also ended up fucking one of the grooms best friends the night of the wedding, and I met my husband that night( not the guy I fucked) .I guess I was kind of a slut back in the day. Man I used to be fun!

I have enough friends. And I have too many exes.

Will you believe I can be friends with my exes when I set one of them up with a good friend of mine? It ended badly and she friend-dumped me for refusing to choose sides on the dissolution of their three-month affair. But, you know, everything was chill until then.

Mimi Rose is actually a very well written character, she reminds me of every girl I've ever hated. And the worst part is when you try to explain to people why you don't like them they accuse you of being jealous! No I'm not jealous I just can't stand overly-contrived people who strategically craft out their lives like

I thnk you do have a right to be pissed off that someone you trusted would turn on you.

I just treat women like other people and it seems to work pretty well.

My rule of thumb is lies that cause stress are not lies worth telling (one exception is lying by omission when the truth is not really "mine" to tell which is more of a case by case situation).

HE JUST WANTS TO HEAR YOU SAY THAT IT'S BIG. My god. Men are so simple sometimes. My ethical line on this issue is as follows: I will not lie about size *comparatively.* I do not say, "you have the biggest cock I've ever seen!" if that isn't true. But I will happily say "Ohh, god, you feel so big!" when they are

I've got mixed feelings about the article in general, but I love love love this part:

My friend lies all the time in general and especially to her man. And honestly, I think their relationship is doomed because of it. She lies about the smallest of things and does stuff that she KNOWS is questionable. Recently something questionable she did came to light and instead of being honest about it, she called

i dont know if its proper to say that there are more women rapists than people think? like. there are more rapists around us than people think, period.