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Bakedtoperfection
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I was psychologically scarred by a brother whose favorite pastime was to scare the shit out of me. He’d let just enough time pass for me to get complacent and let my guard down, then leap out of a hiding place screaming, exactly like this. I get a little triggered just watching it. I love Ellen but not this part of

I haven’t tried the new version yet, but I loved the old BK veggie burger; in fact, even though I’m not vegetarian, I preferred them. Once, when ordering in the drive-through and being told they didn’t have any, I said, “That’s fine, I’ll just take a regular Whopper instead.” There was a long pause over the intercom

On my and my husband’s second date, I asked if he wanted to join me outside for a smoke. He declined, but not in a judgmental way, so I felt fine proceeding without him. As our relationship progressed, I learned that he had no experience at all with weed and had bought into the gateway-drug-to-heroin notion.

Every damn one of them are bias wreckers. JK was my first fave, then I moved to Tae and now I can’t get enough Jimin. RM will probably be next. Quite a predicament but definitely a good problem to have.

You’re exactly right, although I wouldn’t have agreed with you before I watched this Noam Chomsky video. That’s because I didn’t fully grasp how the Mueller report could shape the next election. Here’s a link:

So I texted my fifteen-year-old granddaughter a few weeks ago and asked if she thinks it’s weird that I’ve become obsessed with BTS. She was very charitable in her response and didn’t make fun of me, at least openly. I totally get your six-year-old’s reaction. 

I don’t follow Wendy Williams, but I know enough about her situation to understand that her husband is a shitty human being. This is especially heinous:

Correct! I love to bake and cream cheese frosting is my go-to. You can’t beat its consistency and tang.

I lost hope after Sandy Hook. If the slaughter of 20 six- and seven-year-old kids didn’t effect change, I’m afraid nothing will. 

Here’s mine: Had a kidney stone, which brought me to my knees. I’ve had them before so I knew what was up. Husband took me to the ER where I finally had a CT scan after a more than 3-hour wait. After the scan confirmed I did indeed have a kidney stone, they gave me pain meds.

If we’re going to implement dirtbag by request, I’d like to see something that explains why Justin Bieber continues to have such public breakdowns. After suffering for years from depression, I get that it’s painful and a tough thing to have to wrangle, but I can’t imagine choosing to fall apart in front of the world.

Slightly off topic, but thanks to incessant computer use, my once-legible handwriting has gone the way of the dodo bird. I have a hard time even forming letters in cursive these days, so if I do write something by hand, I have to print. It’s gotten kind of ridiculous. I was trying to write a check yesterday and had to

When youth and alcohol are involved, stupidity is sure to follow. I can say that with conviction because I know firsthand how things can happen. It’s been more than 40 years ago now, but I still carry the shame and always will.

I’m on board with everything you said except your last sentence. There are lots of Hollywood actresses who did just that with Harvey Weinstein and Woody Allen. I realize the Weinstein assaults were more serious than a kiss on the cheek, but the same psychology applies. Job security and working for someone famous (or

I recently argued with the nurse in my doctor’s office about my age, because I was convinced I’m a year older than I really am. That’s an argument I didn’t mind losing. 

I did read it and got the mental image you were smart enough to avoid. My head had never gone to that place before, and I hope it never does again. 

My thoughts exactly. She depends on the Kardashians for her livelihood as a model for Khloe’s clothing line, and she lives with Kylie. If the reporting is true, she’s likely lost everything, and for what? A night with a serial cheater?

I knew about quaaludes peripherally but don’t remember hearing much about drink spiking. I hung out with a bunch of peace-loving hippies, though, who were all feminists regardless of gender. We were much more interested in weed and LSD (which could be why I don’t recall the bad stuff).

I have to say it’s a great time to be old. I didn’t have to navigate social media as a teenager, and I sure don’t have to worry about leaving my drink unattended. If this shit had been going on when I was younger, I’d be too terrified to leave my house.