heh

I worked in a small office with 6 folks, all women. I had a newborn and brought her to work with me every day. My amazing boss hired an assistant to help me if I needed to go to a meeting or whatever. One day I’m interviewing a guy. Lovely assistant is holding my little one and she starts to cry. My breasts…

Yes! I made a wall, with cork, and everything gets pinned. It’s a fabulous reminder to me - and a fun piece of experience art all by itself.

JFC. I hear you. What was held against me was that I didn’t get therapeutic counseling, so obviously I wasn’t that affected. I turned to the Crown Attorney on a break (Canada here) and said, “Yeah, dipshit would claim, if I did get counselling, that I was obviously fucking nuts anyway.” She goes, “Exactly.”

Clever work-in of the widespread-ness of the new u.

And how amazing was that right? Officially goes down as one of those, ‘where were you when x died, x album you heard for the first time. So happy and so fuckplexed it took so long.

I officially love you

ding ding ding ding

OMG now I see that too

Do not need a diet. Will fit.

He...marries Jessica ?

From which end do they vibrate?

It is straight up horrifying. But I laughed. Cognitive Disconance for the win T-fuck?

Perfect.

#greylivesmatter thank you...

Notice though how smiles start in the early 50’s. Such serious expressions during the war years.

They will be okay. You are the focus right now. If not, get your ass back here for more hugs.

“When you lose the internal monologue, you lose the point.”

Didn’t realize how much I needed these today until I got them. Thank you.

It seems I am still sorting out the mess that was my last marriage. A year in he started making noises about selling my house and moving countries. It took me a year to let him even get to know my children as a ‘boyfriend’. He clearly knew I was going slow. So one night in bed (kids at their dad’s) he starts talking…