Jesus Christ. What. How is that even possible?

I'd say it's a thing. It's between a very chaste brushing of lips and a full French kiss. Sometimes it's also funny.

Sorta. I had incredible anxiety about all that when I was a child.

Magnesium and vitamin B6 semi-regularly. My depression tends to flare every winter and during these times I take it religiously every day.

I keep wondering what they think about poor or even middle-class people who are married and then have a child. Having kids is expensive and probably even more so in US. They can't tell those people to keep their legs together, because those people are married and there's probably a religious justification for marital…

My stepmother tans incredily easily. I'm almost impervious to sun. I don't burn that much, either, sun just ignores me. (For the record, we're both North-Eastern European, go freaky and varied genes.) She and everyone else occasionally jokes about it, so I keep telling them I'm the test white they can compare…

It's not a Russian expression, as far as I know. In Estonian we mostly call them 'mäed' (mountains/hills), because the three examples in our capital all have 'mäe' (the singular possessive) in the end. Box district just seemed the most descriptive term. A whole borough of boxes.

That was terribly rude of her. Dear gods.

Somehow no one ever wants to defend my ability to learn. I mean, boys these days have their bicepses and asses and whatnot pretty noticeable whenever the weather allows. I find it quite vexingly distracting.

That's true. I was born after the Soviet Union collapsed, but a lot of older people have tales about it. I was referring to the difference in infrastructure. Compared to the new post-Soviet sprawling suburbs the Soviet "box districts" (does English even have a term for a borough made up of uniform and sorta boring…

Yup. I've almost always lived in a Soviet-era "box district" where the houses sort of look like that, only five to fourteen floors high. I've never lived more than a five minute walk away from a library, two grocery shops, a school or something park-like. Can't say the same about people who live in their own house in…

I'm curious: would going for a walk in a park count as seeing people for you? I also need some alone time and when going to another room just doesn't cut it, I go for a walk. There are people outside, but they're more ignorable.

Long flowy loose clothes are the best when it's really hot outside.

I don't think my handwriting can be called cursive. I am, however, almost as fast with pen as I am with keyboard. NaNoWriMos have honed those skills of writing a lot and writing fast.

Seems to work for people who absolutely hate water in their eyes.

You're not alone.

How about Johnsuslene?

I think it's a case of jaded pragmaticism. Indian societal views of rape seem to be *so* frakked that trying to put the onus on men just wouldn't work at all, while it might be a tad more effective in United States.

If women can get abortions, harlotry will take over the world and destroy marriage. So you probably couldn't get married to your dog or anyone else.

I'm not quite nasal, but definitely not as awesome as I sound to myself. My real voice is... weaker? less full? though not substantially lower. And then I have my Public Speaking Voice which apparently is a step towards what I hear myself. I am not even sure how it happened.