Long story short, 2 of the 3 were meth addicts, and the third was spineless. Sadly the spineless one had her name on the lease. On the plus side, she didn't give me any problems when I moved the week I learned of the meth.

I feel sick. I feel unsafe enough as a cis white chick working in downtown Manhattan and consider it horrible that anyone could feel SAFER where I am the most nervous.

Of course big umbrellas. Otherwise I'd get a weird suit tan.

I'm starting a new desk job tomorrow. This post just made me think it'd be awesome if my computer is a laptop, and I can do the accounting on the roof on sunny days.

*brain drips out ear*

I got written up the first week of my first job. I was 15, so needed a permit to work and legally couldn't be there later than 11pm. They put me on closing, and I didn't get out until 11:15, only because I refused to ask the asshole manager what else needed to be done. I also lost those last 15 minutes of paid time,…

I got lucky in that my guy does have a touch of vanity to him. And has similar taste in what looks good on guys [suits and fedoras! :D). He'll ask for my opinion sometimes, but usually I just objectify him like always.

My fiance said the same thing. Then noted that he knows his opinion doesn't mean diddly to me when it comes to make up. ^w^

Whoo cat eye! I don't have time to do a proper eye flick most days. :( My fiance has mentioned that he thinks cat eye is ridiculous and cartoonish, and concedes that he knows I really don't care what he thinks re: my makeup.

I'd have been fine eloping since I don't like my family anyway [most probably won't bother showing up], but he's an only child and his mother really wanted the wedding. Fortunately, they're shelling out for half of it.

Mine's pretty particular about hiring live musicians instead of using the venue's piped-in music, and about having gold-leaf invites despite the color scheme being blue.

My family probably won't be able to come, since it's in my fiance's home town [mainly due to his parents paying for half of it]. They offered to host a second reception, but turned around and started insisting that I hire a videographer to tape the wedding. Yeah, no. I'm not blowing a third of my budget on a movie.

Looks more like Bin Ladin. Maybe Saddam Hussein after he grew the beard.

Not really. Werther's characters were far less idiotic. Even in La Boheme, the actions had relatable motivations (I think we've all known a couple like Musetta and Marcello).

NO! Please God, not Aida! I can't stand that opera. Everyone in it is so...stupid. The entire plot could have ended 5 minutes in with 1 letter.

I'm really not sorry I stopped mainlining these barely into season 2.

I hope someone offers both so she can spend her last days with her beloved dog.

...86 percent of partners ... 66 percent

I'm still trying to figure out the manual controls. It'd make things a lot easier and faster than having to make sure the silver bullet is clean before every orgasm.

Also, why would you work dandruff shampoo through ALL your hair? That's a scalp issue.