annecarisa
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annecarisa

Look everyone, it’s Debbie Downer.

You’re entitled to a seat. That’s all you get. You aren’t entitled to police your fellow passengers or pick and choose who else gets on the plane.

A stranger touching her food started Katy Perry’s relationship? If someone touches my food without permission they are dead to me, no matter their relative hotness level. 

Mostly yes, but you can transmit some diseases through breast milk.

If the fashion industry was able to make heroin chic, there’s no reason all aspects of menstruation can’t be chic. 

I grew up in a very religious, rural town and I was relentlessly bullied. I don’t have any friends from my childhood - let alone anyone I would invite to my hypothetical wedding. I’m not sure it’s that uncommon to distance yourself from childhood peers. I didn’t find my people until I was in my late 20s, and I move

Also the more people that are unvaccinated, the more opportunity the diseases have to mutate, putting even more people at risk.

I’m also not immune to rubella - I’ve been vaccinated against it twice, but apparently my system doesn’t respond to the vaccine correctly. (Measles and mumps, yes; rubella, no.) So I also rely on herd immunity to be safe. I really, really worried about it when I was pregnant. So many people don’t understand that the

This is actually really sweet in its own weird way.

I really can’t shit on anyone who is into astrology. It’s like any other form of magical thinking. People find some kind of comfort from it. It’s a way to try to convince ourselves that the world sorta makes sense.

It looks like Nancy Reagan got into it more after an astrologer warned her that an incident was going to happen the day Ronald Reagan got shot. That plus your uncle’s anecdote sounds like astrology was used more like a PTSD coping mechansim than just a simple irrational superstition. It also goes with my theory that

I was about 20 and broke as hell. I needed to find a place fast and ended up finding a super cheap room to rent in a duplex. The owner of the house was a lovely woman in her sixties, she kept the backyard as an immaculate garden that had beautiful flowers, paths and water features. And the best part was a really sweet

I got electrocuted by my shower, multiple times. Each time the landlord’s electrician grounded something and thought it’d be fixed it wasn’t. Landlord thought I was making it up until they finally realized you needed to be standing in water to feel the electric current. I legit had PTSD for turning on my shower for a

Line to take this girl in, adopt her, feed her, and go to her cross-country meets (runs? competitions?) forms next to me.  

When all this is said and done, the one who brought the pizza cutter will always be the idiot who brought a pizza cutter to a murder-stab party. 

My other post was embarrassing and real-life, so I separated the one that’s emotional and possibly-supernatural.

Also beer doesn’t usually have ice in it when you throw it at strangers who tell you and your douchbro friends to stop staring at them... 

Men’s laughter admits them into the boys club of power. Women’s laughter gets them violated and killed.

Bubbles are a pretty solid idea.