Yeah pretty sure I’m on the cusp of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.

Those all sound amazing! And I HATE being early for a party. It's way worse than being late.

I had a chicken and mushroom sandwich with pepper Jack and baby greens on a baguette. It was pretty yummy and a big improvement over what I had for dinner last night which was a Hot Pocket and four value brand chicken nuggets I foraged from the bottom of the freezer.

I think it’s cute, but I'd never wear it. I'm stylistically very lazy though.

I’m Caucasian, but without fail, makeup artists mention my deep set eyes in a tone that suggests it’s a terrible affliction. After witnessing this multiple times, my best friend teasingly started referring to them as my “unfortunately deep set eyes.”

I have been trying to find a good, new mascara so I'll have to try this! Also has anyone tried Too Faced Better than Sex mascara and did you like it? It has really good reviews but I'd ask here to see if anyone had experience.

Yep! One cup a day in the morning when I get to work with an almost guaranteed potty break 30 minutes later. I hear cigarettes work similarly well but ew.

Oh God yes. Also essential oils as cure for absolutely everything from constipation to ADHD. Also waist trainers. Just...no.

I once had roommates that wanted our landlord to tent the house because we had the slightly more than occasional completely harmless spider in the house. I had been living there the longest and so I always talked to the landlord when we needed stuff so after considerable badgering from my roommates I call him up and…

Yeah my old company was really very casual and it was sweet to be able to say whatever the fuck I wanted, genuinely enjoy my co workers, have a fully stocked kitchen, and those free jiu-jitsu classes were fun (and I did once get paid to have a drunken sleepover with one of my favorite clients while on a business trip)…

I've worked in a very, very casual work environment where we did use nicknames, including for the boss (his name was Ziggy but one of our clients starting affectionately calling him Ziglet and it stuck). Where I work now? Not so much. We might be able to wear jeans and flip flops to work but it's still a corporate…

I work in California but my department has a counterpart in our North Carolina office that we regularly work with and I’ve actually had a southern co worker ask me if I would “be a peach” and do something for her and it didn’t strike me as particularly odd and certainly not offensive. But I know her tone and have…

So this will probably be in the Greys forever but if anyone does see this...what are your favorite mascaras, eyeliner pencils and medium coverage liquid foundations? Looking in the 15-25 dollar range for the latter two and 35-40 for the foundation but I'd be willing to splurge if it was worth it. Reading this article…

I use almost exclusively mascara that comes as free gift with purchase. My mom saves hers for me and gives them to as stocking stuffers and birthday presents, too so I always have a good supply.

I am not particularly conscientious about these things but I feel like I don’t have a choice but to replace mascara more frequently because it dries up and gets clumpy. It’s why I like the smaller sizes that come as a free gift with purchase..there isn’t as much of it so I am usually able to use it before it gets…

I feel the same way about how you’re allegedly supposed to replace your pillow every six months. My ex boyfriend was always quoting this “fact” to me because one of the two pillows I use is pretty decrepit, and I told him that was just propaganda from Big Pillow.

I love her so much but I prefer fat Pam Pre and post drug addiction better.

Incidentally, I did once see a guy doing rails in the back of the bus. Though it might have been meth. I was like wow ballsey dude because we do not live in the kind of town you’d expect to see someone blatantly snorting drugs in the open even on public transport. Smoking weed in a parked car like it ain’t no thang,…

I went to college in Florida for a semester (I couldn’t make it any longer) and I remember going home with my roommate and her redneck grandpa saying to me, in a Southern drawl “So you one of them crazy Californians? You eat that raw fish?” I told him I reckoned I was and sure did...sir.