Kindahouse
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Kindahouse

Hahaha if my cat is any hybrid, she is more like a monkey-cat!

Oh, ditto! I have one or two depressive episodes a year, nowhere long or frequent enough to meet criteria for major depression, but still one of the scariest parts for me is how I just resent the people who care about me the most during those times. My poor dog and cat bear the brunt of it because they can't even

Yeah, I was surprised with the number of people who bucked the theme. I clicked here to see the clever twists (there were some! Glamour mohawk = love) and many people were just the guy who shows up to the Halloween party in jeans and a t-shirt. Boo! Party poopers.

Any time someone tries to justify something by comparing people to objects, they've lost me. Then they act like I don't understand metaphors. They just don't understand objectification.

I'm going to do that! Thanks!


Confession: I have a real soft spot for the Honey Boo Boo clan. I relate more to her upbringing then I do those sitcom kids who live in these perpetually clean, professionally decorated McMansions (for the same reason I also love Malcolm in the Middle). Like I saw this screenshot and was immediately teleported back to

My hats off to you, it sounds like you handled your situation with as much grace and skill as could possibly be expected in such sucky circumstances. My brother was going through chemo in high school and you would not believe the teeth my mother had to pull to get basic accommodations for him to graduate on time.

You sound amazing, your gym wouldn't happen to be in Alabama would it??? I am moving soon and am nervous about finding a new trainer who is knowledgeable and has good people skills. I've gone in blind to some training sessions and the outcomes were not good. My current trainer is wonderful but she was recommended by

"Together" is the big word there. I can tell very quickly whether or not I like someone, not even romantically but as a person, based on whether or not we can riff. Some guys, and it's always, always guys who do this to me, can't handle their joke being answered with another joke. They get visibly prickly and

I'm the same! I am good at sleeping, too good. It is my blessing and my curse. (My boyfriend is similarly amused, mostly because I rarely make it through a whole movie - and I still count some of my favorites as ones I dozed off for part of.) A few things that have helped me stave off the inevitable head nods:

Avoiding

I have the opposite problem, always have. I am a sleep viking, a gold medalist napper. Just woke up from one ten minutes ago. If I'm at least semi-horizontal for more than 15 minutes, I am asleep. I can count on one hand the number of times I've been unable to sleep that weren't due to illness. I come from a long line

Caveat: I'm a fantastic employee. I've been beloved and fast-tracked at every job I've ever held, and I would totally just use this thing to weird out my bosses. Exercise log for the day: Booty danced in front of the mirror for 20 min., Had sex for 15 min. (cowgirl style), Took a gigantic shit for 15 min. Food log:

And not to be ageist, but she hasn't been a young woman lately, nor does she have a daughter, so how does she know what sort of advice we're getting? I think the reason she's found women so curious for relationship advice is that we've literally been inundated with it since we were pre-teens, from lunchroom

Huh. I asked my now boyfriend out via social media five years ago so I guess that makes me a pick-up artist? Come the bleep on.

Your training seems like very sound advice. I'll keep that in mind even if I hope I never have to use it. Thank you for sharing.

Seconded.

I just last week emailed OPI about a color I loved in the salon till I saw that it was called "Another Polish Joke". Which, pun aside, if you're not familiar: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polish_joke . I grew up in a part of the country with a large historic and immigrant Polish population and where ethnic

Exactly. Between those books/movies and the Something Queer mystery series, I convinced my parents to get a basset hound. Great dog, but not particularly inclined to sleuthing.

If this happened to me with Doritos, it would be a physiological godsend and a psychological nightmare.

Growing up, opening my own detective agency was always professional Plan B right after dolphin trainer for SeaWorld.