Happy for you, super sad for me. I wish I could've gotten mine, but my uterus had other plans apparently.

Are you me(or am I you)? I was so happy at the thought of getting my IUD, that I was crushed when I was told by the doc that it wasn't going to happen because of my cervix(small, crooked and weird). Not only did the insertion hurt like hell, but the terrible experience at the Dr's office( they were rude, explained…

I would follow that band EVERYWHERE.

My life these past couple of months. :( Im tired of talking, so I pretty much just boo and hiss at people now.

I cope by convincing myself that Romney is an imaginary friend, that a horrible (and boring) person created. The one thing I am sure of is he would not be allowed in Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends.

Me too! Even if I had no idea what it was, I would still bite down on it and hope to EVERYTHING that it's a corn dog.

I remember being a kid when I first saw that episode and being VERY upset with her. If the phrases "Damn homie" or "That's messed up!" were out at that time, I would've used them to describe my disappointment in Zbornak.

Is it wrong that I kind of want to eat it? For some reason, I lose my mind around fried dough.

That's one of the few episodes where my love for Dorothy waned ever so slightly.

That is it exactly. I've seen this many times and I STILL want to give her a cup of cocoa(with a side of buttered toast), some fuzzy pjs and tell her to go take a nap(my personal cure for embarassment).

Then we have a problem, because he is mine as well. I am willing to work out a custody agree, because even a little of Neeson is better than none at all.

It really is. I wanna get under my blankets out of embarrassment for her.

That IS a fucking nightmare. Now all I can think of are those late night bathroom visits where I don't turn on the light and spider bites on my crotch.

When I lived in FL, I once opened my apt door to see a HUGE snake just chilling on the stairs. Since I needed to use those stairs to leave my building, I came to the conclusion that my errands for that day could wait and quietly closed my door.

It's moments like this that make me want to mildly stalk you(not sure if you can "mildly" stalk someone, but I believe it involves cupcakes) and then force you to be my best friend. But since Im lazy and cold, I'll just ask that you keep posting these awesome gifs. In the mean time, I'll daydream about us eating…

Well that's embarrassing(for me). I'm not on Twitter, so my knowledge of that world is very limited(I am aging myself here). Thank you for the heads up. The kiddo in my life will be happy I learned something and am not completely hopeless.

Living in NYC means the kids are not going to be in front of Walmart, but I get what your saying. The shipping is a bit expensive. But, it's worth it since I stock up and don't have to deal with my usual connection. The kid still gets the sale but I don't have to deal with momma and her bull.

This I actually believe.

So true, so wise. I would come to this him with all my problems, cause kiddo figured out life. In short a nap fixes a whole lot of shit.

while I may not be familiar with Pixie Dust Grimes, if she's talking about the new found joy of ordering Girl Scout cookies online, then she may have gained a fan. Seriously, Thin Mints galore without the weirdness of looking for local kid who's dealing? Stop the mother-fucking truck, cause I am HOME.