Always have like snacks on hand. I most certainly did NOT learn this by buying weed infused cheese-its...

The issue with that is, if you mix a low enough dosage with enough sugar/food it won't be very strong. The amount you'd be putting in your stomach would kill the high a bit (at least, this has been my anecdotal experience trying different levels of potency in edibles)

Wow so toxic. I'm sure you're precious time can never be made back.

Sigh. Nope. As somebody who falls under the blanket of those disorders, this kind of misunderstanding is dangerous. Please don't talk about it from that angle because it's not relevant.

Well, damn, toilet paper was waaaaay off.

I can't even look at Ellen Page without wondering if I might have a chance with her. Now that she's worn it, I like untucked suit shirts.

Oh my god you really don't have much to do do you? This is pretty pathetic after reading it the tenth time.

I'm eying that olloclip up there, but I didn't really think I'd end up buying it, since it's more of a novelty than a hobby for me. This is awesome, and I'm going to order one soon.

It's nice to be able to explore one's self through labels, even without expecting it to change you. (That probably came out weird.)

Maybe a little bit because poor people like to fit in with higher socioeconomic tiers for survival? Weird!

And I get to work there; I get enough headaches from the drunk dudes, nobody needs the extra migraine sauce in the air!

God, I'm so glad I didn't buy that crap the other day. Now, I don't have tv anymore, granted, but this seems like one of the worst ad campaigns in recent times.

Jesus christ, I have to hear this all the time from my stage manager, since her sister (in-law? I don't even know anymore) made these.

Best. Birthday. Ever.

And people wonder why I stay inside!

I'm finding myself legit upset they didn't go all out with the hairstyles, at least. I want to wear all of those dresses to a nice dance party with proper underwear and hair, even though I know the gowns aren't really period.

The problem is, if this happens a lot, whoops, what happened to that waitress' hours? I've seen that shit happen.

Not to even vaguely say that murdering/cheating on a spouse is an acceptable thing to do, but divorces are such a goddamn ordeal, even if you have a friendly term divorce, most of the time. I can see why someone with some crossed wires would think that the better option would be something less, uh, morally accepted.

Oh my god, the questions that people ask can be so incredibly hurtful sometimes. I reallllllly loved it when my dad asked if my boyfriend had transitioned because 'he wasn't a very pretty girl in the first place'.

And here I thought it was like a cup, but for your clit.