I would say understand that the experience of being an American is both awesome and foreboding. And to not take writers who have been dead for 100 years that seriously.

As someone that puts on flip flops to go outside of my room (I’m in a large, shared, apartment with a coworker) I feel your pain.

Incredibly tacky. Remind her that 50 people are paying out of pocket for her dream. Some things must be said.

I hate her. Ever since her endorsement of ‘smart water’. Fucking idiot.

Maybe you actually do make good money in comparison. I mean, at least entertain the thought and re-think necessities.

My sister side eyed me when I took the highest dose of pain meds my dentist prescribed. I blew her off for three reasons.

You have not failed at everything in life.

That full pic of the house makes me want to have a seizure.

I feel the same about meals. If anyone looks/judges they are spending way more time on me than I am on him/her/them.

My bf has a maid that comes every day.

I’m a woman, my female roommate had to be taught to clean up after herself. I just stopped cleaning mutual spaces and especially her dishes. I would pile them up on the side of the sink because that bitch doesn’t bother.

I never apologize for sloppy food and 80s/90s movies. Hope you had a blast!

No, he’s with who he is with because he likes her.

Did that make you feel better?

Stuck in greys.

I went through a horrible breakup about 8 years ago. I had taken in my brother’s cat as he tried to abandon her in a field... so we were both fucked up. She never left my side. She’d snuggle up and if I cried, she’d snuggle closer.

You literally are the best. You always have even/accepting comments.

Starred and wanted to say I can relate. I don’t crave/need alcohol but sometimes when I get it I can go overboard and stay up until the sun rises.

I stayed at Sir Richard Branson’s game reserve in South Africa. It was pure luxury so there were like 2 bad reviews on TripAdvisor. But reading those reviews was hilarious... one couple bitched about the bartender serving drinks and talking to people at the bar. Like, what is he supposed to do?!?

Or they send you to a friend/family place to get them business-not because it’s particularly good food.