I used to really suck at dealing with change, then some major changes happened and I sort of had to get good at it. The biggest thing for me is to occasionally take time to check in with myself, and I usually plan that into my schedule somehow (like, "Sunday morning: 'me' time"). I think/write about how I think things…

That sucks. I wish I could convert my burner to a real account, but that's not possible, and I'm so nervous that the file I've saved my key in will disappear into the ether or something.

Oh, man, do I know that feeling. Once, when I was a kid, my mom mentioned off-hand that "chubby" girls look better with longer hair, and that shit dug into my brain and did not let go until college, when I decided "fuck that, I want short hair," and I got it cut, and it looked awful, because I had no sense of style…

Um, I own Bridget Jones and French Kiss. They are fantastic, and you have no reason to be embarrassed by them.

I can't remember where I read this, but apparently when you feel things in dreams, your brain responds the exact same way it does when you feel them in real life. So, in kind of a weird, neuroscience-y kind of way, you *did* feel his boner. Or, at least, your experience of dreaming you felt his boner is neurologically…

Me, too. I like the cuddly version best.

I started using it a few years ago, having dated very little (I sort of...stumbled into a relationship in college). For me, it was about hating bars and feeling really pressured when guys did randomly hit on me in public. OKC gave me a chance to meet lots of new people I ordinarily wouldn't (busy grad student who,…

I'm sure it does, but since I'd have to go to New Jersey to know for sure, they'll have to remain a mystery to me. :-p

Oh, that everything!

Yeah, Gregory Peck.

They might be slightly mismatched, but I think most of the difference is due to one side of his face being in deeper shadow than the other.

I especially love the bit about how "freaking out over cronuts [is] even more absurd than freaking out over cupcakes." Because the only point of this fat-shaming mess of an article is TO FREAK OUT ABOUT CRONUTS.

Awesome theater scene. Farther from New Jersey.

When I was a kid, I would occasionally hear someone say my name right next to my ear. It happened three or four times, always when I was completely alone, but it never scared me; it just didn't seem sinister.

Seconding this reaction. That is SUPER CREEPY.

Gustave Courbet. Yum.

If your boyfriend isn't cool with coming in second to Gene Kelly, he probably has an over-inflated sense of his own awesomeness. Not saying he's not great, but come on.

I'll have to look for that. I do still use the brand, because it does great things for my hair, but I've been sad ever since they changed the scents.

Oh, my god, where do you get the '90s herbal essences? Does it still actually exist in stores somewhere, or were you smart enough to hoard it before they changed everything and made my shampoo smell like citrus (ew) instead of flowers?