For the record, I agree with you, and should not have done this. I do understand the whole Ayn Randian school of thinking, I simply do not adhere to it, as a grown woman who enjoys being kind. Sadly, as a teen, I also knew better, but was too damaged to care.

Lemmy. Green Room, 9:30 Club, DC. September 2009.  I was photographing him for an article for some hipster publication.  He asked me to sit on his lap, and give him a kiss on the cheek, ON THE MOLE SIDE.  I did it.  I have photos.  It’s only absurd in the sense that it’s fucking completely amazing.

Only to Shawn, and Sia. :)

Addendum to Point of Order: Professor Snape. Respect the Rickman.

This is good advice - thank you!  I will promptly go about my house on a hole-hunt, and stuff all of them with ... um...  hope?  :)  For real, I appreciate it, and will find the most environmentally friendly hole-stuffs.

ya but they can ALL SEW ok  #yesallmice

uh then they have no business being mice?  can’t all mice sew?  I WANT TO NAME ONE OF THEM OCTAVIUS BUT CALL HIM GUS GUS INSTEAD OK

We told you, Forrest, Jinni went to Heaven with Mama. Now, go count your money and get ready to play some ping-pong with the boy.

Awesome! Ooh, I find another fun exercise is to imagine all the potential ways in which his fragile fee-fees were injured that caused him to reach out. Did his wife berate him for never doing anything? Did he lose a promotion at work? Did his wife berate him for never doing anything? Is he embarrassed by his noodly…

Thank you!  I’m glad you think so.  I find people who choose to be a self-aggrandizing chode deserve nothing but our very best of scorn and derision.  Look down upon this person. He is beneath you.  Snarl, laugh, have some tea and maybe paint something.  I could be projecting here.  ;)  

Sleeeeeeeep and dream of thiiinnngggsss

Right? I once had a roommate that - no joke - tried to claim Squatter’s Rights because, under her justification, she got her mail there. I responded by telling her she should find the nicest house in DC and file a mail forward with the post office. She also got a nose job, then went to the beach, abandoned her…

True. I’ve also learned to make sure that type of effort is largely in service of bettering yourself in a way you want to, not a way that someone else has potentially forced upon you, which requires a lot of insight and self-awareness, which can be in short supply when our energies are entirely spent on others. We are…

My pleasure. Also maybe leave out the “be abusive elsewhere” bit, it just invites more conversation and places blame, which is unhelpful. I should learn this. Thank you for helping me. :)

I’m gray and nobody likes me, but I thought I’d give this a shot: I have mice. I also have cats, who occasionally kill aforementioned mice, which is what cats do. I, however, cannot kill the mice. I realize they spread disease and fleas and they’re not “supposed” to be in the house. I know about humane traps, and…

You are a caretaker, and caretakers need care too. It’s not ok for him to be hurtful, regardless of his illness. Most people I’ve known that have a similar type of illness have told me (albeit sometimes much later) that they appreciate the boundary I set with the treatment I expect for myself. “I love you. Be abusive…

Maybe also frame this person not moving in as a potential gift from the universe, in that she may have been ... stressful. Now you have a(nother) chance to find a peaceful roommate. I have too many batshit roommate stories to not think of things like this. I hope I didn’t miss the craziest roommate pissing contest,…

Also fuck him for “reaching out” when his wife, with whom he has a child / children, was probably sitting in the next room, doing some unpaid emotional and physical labor on his behalf, while he decides to stroke his ego by seeing if he “still got it” texting an ex-girlfriend... I hate everyone, so take my words with…

I have a half arm sleeve, half calf sleeve, and multiple randoms. Definitely plan to get at least one you regret. ;) My “regret tattoo” is a 4 inch pink unicorn with the word “friends” (instead of “best friends”) on my ankle that I got with a friend of mine, who shared my feelings on the concept of besties as adults,…

Slyvia Plath, everyone