I’ve known several over the years. My sister still fondly tells the story of me losing my fucking mind on a vegan friend after we spent 2 hours looking for a restaurant to eat at because he refused to eat at a place that didn’t use separate utensils, dishes and cooking surfaces for the vegan and non vegan food. It…

You joke, but I had a friend in high school whose parents paid for her to live in chile (house, property and 2 live-in housekeepers to make sure she was safe) over the summer because she got a c in Spanish our sophomore year. Meanwhile, I spent my summer raising pigs because our county fair livestock auction was my…

That’s pretty much how I feel. My labia are all tucked up there, but I have a bulge. To the point where I’ve never owned a bathing suit because it looks like I’m packing some heat down there. Considering I’m also just under 6’3, I’ve been asked if I’m a M-F transsexual on a regular basis since I was 12 or so.

My sisters nickname is Vagina McBeefcurtains. She calls me Charlotte Sausagewallet.

I wanna say we had 85 minute classes (4 a day) with decent breaks in between. I rarely actually went to class so my memory is foggy there.

I slept through the night from the time I was 3 days old. My Mom was apparently super smug about this until my devil sister came along and decided to just fuck sleeping altogether.

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Interestingly, the weird thing that cemented my feelings about keeping my name was seeing a dedicated hospital wing a few months ago. The building was donated by ‘Mr. and Mrs. Peter Smith’ (not their real names, obvs) and I got super irritated when I realized that the wife essentially disappeared. She was a footnote…

Ugh. And during winter it’s incredibly hard to fight the depression. I was leaving my house before the sun came up, I worked in a basement that was a 10 minute walk from the outside (so no going outside during my 30 minute lunches, not enough time) and would get home after the sun set.

Or you’ll completely fuck it up, like MANY of my friends, and it will end up costing you more.

And some people just really aren’t mechanically inclined. My best friend, bless his heart, is an IDIOT when it comes to mechanical stuff. Tried to change his oil, ended up draining his transmission instead, didn’t notice and ended up completely fucking up his car.

I have a friend with a ph.D in a STEM field and he works as a craft cocktail artist/bartender because it pays WAYYYYY more than a job in his field would. He LOVES mentioning to asshole customers who tell him he should go back to school to get a real job that they should call him ‘Dr. Smith’.

My boyfriend and I have toyed with the idea of having a kid or two but the idea of childcare is what’s stopping us. My company has no maternity leave (I’m quite literally the only woman of child bearing age that works there) and am not allowed to carry over vacation (one whole week a year) or sick time so I can’t save…

Then why doesn’t he choose to have a different job? Every time I complain about any aspect of my job I get told to simply get a new one. Or maybe he should have chosen not to have a family if he knew he was going to have a job that entailed him being away from home a lot because kids are a CHOICE and he made his.

That depends. In the rural area I grew up in, it was a little over an hour drive to the nearest polls and the last time I voted there (before I moved) I was in line for nearly 2 hours before I was able to place my vote.

I’ve been involved in the baptizing of cars.

I worked for a airplane cleaning company and I can tell you why they missed it. The people cleaning the plane have between 5 and 7 minutes to clean/vacuum the entire plane between flights. There is usually around 3 or 4 people who the cleaning and they are being paid minimum wage with no benefits (and when I say none,…

I’m friends with several marathon runners, and my good friend ran my first 10k with me. I trained for close to a year and still barely managed to finish (only puked twice, hooray!) while she subsists on cigarettes and cheap wine, did no training and placed in the top 30. Bah.

Yep, I already jog at a ridiculously slow pace...like 15-20 minute miles. I do intervals, I do sprint and walks, jog and walks, walk and walks etc. and still can’t even jog a mile at a super slow pace. I seriously think some people just aren’t cut out to be runners.

9 months for a marathon!? I’ve been running regularly for 4 years and I still can’t finish a 10k without basically dying. Still can’t run a full mile without stopping.