I showed up for an interview at my current job wearing a tailored blazer pantsuit and everyone, including the CEO/owners/CFO etc. were all in jeans and dirty sneakers....they still poke fun at me for it a year later. Yesterday I wore yoga pants and shearling slippers to work and nobody batted an eye at it.

Whenever I see one of those giant bags with MKMKMKMKMK all over them I immediately think of my old boss and supervisor who carried those around and acted like they were superior to everyone because they had 'designer purses'. They were both terrible people and now I just can't separate the brand from the douchiness.

Now now, boys will be boys!

Of course not.... but that's not to say porn and other material doesn't influence the way people treat one another. I was fooling around with a guy a few years back and he leaned back and gave my boobs a HUGE smack and it hurt, bad. I asked him what the fuck he was thinking and he said he saw it in a porn and…

I rarely wear eye makeup, and when I do I end up with more on my face than around my eyes. I used to be able to wear makeup like a fucking champ and it would stay in place for HOURS....now, by 9am it's not a thing anymore :(

Meh. My family will probably just be stoked they don't have to buy anything. Me and my bf have spoken about registries, and we're both grown ass adults that make decent money and therefore have no use for a registry. If people just HAVE to buy us stuff, we're going to direct them to a few charities we support that…

I'm the Best Lady for my guy BFFs wedding next year...I'm gonna wear a super snazzy tux and look just fantastic. Nobody that knows us is surprised at all, even his super duper traditional parents.

Seriously. My friend found out her husband was cheating because she got herpes and chlamydia...so I guess that's nice? I mean, they had been married since right out of high school and that didn't protect her which isn't nice since I thought marriage protected you against STDs.

If you can run your finger down the interior window of a Taqueria and NOT have lard on it you're in the wrong place. That shit floats through the air and attached to EVERYTHING.

My boyfriend makes fun of me because I nearly always order from the kids meal if it's a possibility. I'm not a small woman (pushing 6'3) but damn portion sizes are ridiculous. Even at Chipotle I get the taco kids meal and it's plenty of food for me.

Well, the market will take care of it! When people see others dying they'll just stop going to that hospital and everything will be fiiiiiiine.

Seriously. I'm trying to bra shop right now (well, in between crying) and it's either industrial 'nude' bras or INCREDIBLY expensive semi-nice bras. I just don't want to drop $80 on a bra that will most likely break considering I don't have a ton of them to constantly change so they don't get worn out. I thought…

When I was little, my Dad taught me 'Slam the baby'. Basically, I'd be playing with a doll or Cabbage Patch doll or watever and all he had to say was 'Kate, Slam the baby!' and I would immediately, and with great gusto, raise the doll above my head and throw it onto the ground as hard as I could. Then, he'd say…

Fleece lined leggings and an oversized sweater. Basically pajamas, but I look put together. My boyfriend is forever impressed with how I can get away with wearing pjs in public, but look like I'm wearing adult person clothing.

Yep..that was my first two workplaces from the age of 16-24 or so. Completely warped me for a long time and I still have major trust issues with men because of it.

My ex took the opportunity to take his other gf on a nice little b&b retreat when I was in the hospital dying of sepsis.

A long while ago, me and my bf were asked by a friend if we wanted to go to Taco Bell for lunch. We both answered 'You eat at Taco Bell when you're sober?' and knew it was love.

Story of my life.

Me and my dude share the pants. Yes, it gets weird. As it should.

As long as you're hot. You forgot that. There are lots and lots of unattractive women who are single and don't have men asking them out or wanting to be with them.