ZephyrMarie
ZephyrMarie
ZephyrMarie

UGH. Nearly that same thing happened to me after a super shitty day at work and I was just NOT having it. I tore the pamphlet up right in his face, and did this arms crossed air humping move.

My lovely boyfriend is quite hairy and is super self conscious about it, but I am firmly on #teambodyhair and absolutely love cuddling with my head on his chest. If he shaves I'll absolutely support his decision, but I'd be lying if I said it wouldn't make me at least a little sad.

THISTHISTHIS. I've had far too many friends who became single moms because the dudes either got overwhelmed, cheated, thought they took too long losing the baby fat etc etc. and while those women are incredible and regularly make sacrifices that most people couldn't fathom, I don't want to put myself in that

My boyfriend and I have had this conversation as we're both pretty meh about kids. If it happens, cool, if not, even better.

Yep. I had an undiagnosed genetic disorder of which malnutrition is a symptom and because thin=healthy for so many medical professionals I was told to 'keep it up'. Just over 6' tall, 120ish lbs and malnourished, but encouraged to remain so for years.

Yep. I had an undiagnosed genetic disorder of which malnutrition is a symptom and because thin=healthy for so many medical professionals I was told to 'keep it up'. Just over 6' tall, 120ish lbs and malnourished, but encouraged to remain so for years.

One of my good friends has a Ph.D in geology but prefers bartending since it pays better and just geologizes on the side. Whenever people are dicks to him at work, he likes to say 'that's DR. James, thank you very much'.

White eyeliner, glittery blue eyeshadow and shimmery pink lip gloss that got my GOD DAMN HAIR STUCK TO MY LIPS ALL THE GOD DAMN TIME.

You just described the 60 year old white dude manager I work with almost exactly. He's moody, completely unreliable, takes days off without telling anyone and constantly has coworkers and customers complaining about him because of his horrible attitude.

I used to ship aircraft parts to Nigeria and it was...interesting. I had to 'stretch the truth' on paperwork because if the people handling the packages knew what was in there was worth money it would magically disappear and then the receiver would be contacted for a bribe. It was always a HUGE pain in the ass to

YES. Now, pretty much all craft stores in CA have pre-made mission kits that you basically just put together. You can even buy little trees and dudes to glue on your cardboard grass.

Alright. Colorado Graduate School of Banking is not a degree granting institute as far as I can see. No accreditation, it's basically a few weeks in which bankers can get together (the admissions requirements state you must already be employed in the industry) and inflate their resumes.

Seriously. I've had friends who wore their prepregnancy clothing home from the hospital, and I also have friends who have '4 pack' abs because they have a belly pooch that won't go away no matter how much they diet or exercise. My body is super prone to stretch marks (as in, I gained 1/2" around my thighs and have

Or you could, ya know, just go to the fucking venue and explore and discover things on your own like a normal human being. I just don't understand this complete and utter reliance on technology to dictate your every decision. Can people seriously not even go to a restaurant without reading reviews and looking up the

Is it odd that this describes me and my dudes' relationship? We like to be in the same place, but in different places... like he'll be in the office doing computer stuff and I'll be in the bedroom reading a book or something. Even when we go out with friends we tend to sit apart and do our own thing. It's perfect.

SERIOUSLY. My parents have told me just to 'fuck it and get married in Vegas'. In conversations with my dudes Mom she wants both a traditional Catholic church wedding AND a Jewish ceremony at their Synagogue for us. I hate being the center of attention and having an actual ceremony terrifies me, so I think we'll

Pssssh. If me and my dude decide to get hitched our invitations will likely be an email with cat gif and will simply say 'Hey Party People, if you want to come celebrate our marriage (which we already did at city hall so suck iiiiiit) then come to brides grandparents place at *time and date*. Bring whoever as there

I grew up around guns, grew up hunting, participated in postal shoots through my 4H group etc etc on and on...and I've always found it so disgustingly distasteful and psychopathic to pose next to an animal carcass with a big ole smile on your face. I've killed my share of hogs, deer and goats...but NEVER ONCE have I

I was gonna say....when my boyfriend needs to find something the entire house looks like it was hit by a hurricane.