Thanks, but I don’t want to be any kind of Bitch. I’d like to be a decent person; I won’t allow myself to be fucked over, but I won’t run over or screw over anyone else to get what I want/need, either. I’ll pass.

Her feet was what I loved about her. I stood and walked that way (still do) and when the kids made fun of me, I just remembered I had feet like Barbie and they could screw off.

She does look awesome, doesn’t she? Good for her.

What’s happening in Shirlington is sad. FRIT needs to wake up - they finally have someone coming into the Extra Virgin space (which has been sadly vacant for far too long) but I don’t have high hopes for it. I don’t have high hopes for the Hula Girl place, either.

When I used to eat fast food I gravitated to these kids. I was new at McDonald’s once, so it was my goal to be the Best Customer Evar for them.

The man who molested me died slowly and in pain, though at the end of a long life. I rejoiced, and have never forgiven him nor the people who allowed him to continue doing is activities (he was banned from a school house before I was born, but never prosecuted).

I hate high wasted jeans and pants. They’re horrendously uncomfortable for me and I refuse to wear them. In fact, the one true rebellion I had as a child was refusing to wear jeans (all of the little girl jeans were high wasted when I was little).

Which might have been cool, but I think it was the kind of thing you had to be there for.

I do Slim Fast most days, for more reasons than just dieting (I’m bad at portion control, and I WILL overeat during the day; it’s easy to pack and carry; I happen to like the taste of the shakes/bars; they don’t upset my stomach). I lost a little weight, I’ve mostly kept it off, but the main thing is I feel less loggy…

I am disappointed that one of the Waffle House morons didn’t end up with a light fixture stuck on their head.

I live just outside DC. The salon I frequent is right down the street from me. It’s a small salon, locally owned by one of the hair stylists. The older woman who does my brows and nails is awesome. She very much calls the shots on her schedule, and her prices (while reasonable) aren’t exactly dirt cheap - in fact, the…

I know. I came back and read all these replies...and felt like I suddenly wasn’t so alone. <3

You should be. I realized as an adult that yeah, people knew, but couldn’t be bothered. I sometimes wonder if something isn’t wrong with them. But I guess they just didn’t care.

Pretty much the same here, yes. As long as she focused her on me, no one else had to deal with her. I send you all the hugs.

My mom is mentally ill, and did a lot of damage to me because she wasn’t treated until she was almost sixty (I’m still not sure she ever got the correct treatment, but whatever). But I find that I’m angrier at the members of my family who knew the things that went on and did absolutely nothing to help me when I was…

I rarely (if ever) put my purse or any other bag on the seat next to me - I hold it on my lap because that’s what a courteous person does. But when I have to for whatever reason, you can bet I MOVE MY DAMNED STUFF when someone needs the seat. I can’t say that for most of the men I see on the bus. I see a hell of a lot…

Whatever. I love them, and will keep on wearing them. I wear them winter (toss a sweater on!) and summer. I have one sheer lace jacket that dresses them up nicely, and another that looks great at work. And yeah....all of mine are black. Oh! Except the new one with the big red slash on the bottom.

Me too. I stopped trying to draw outside the line. I always look like a clown.

I miss Chyna and Trish and Lita and Beth Phoenix. I love watching Natty and Paige. But as much as I love strong women in wrestling and love watching the great ones in the ring, I draw the line at Renee Young commentary. She said some of the stupidest things on NXT. We need a lady commentator. Can we have a good one?

I have always loved her.