I do that too! It's seriously distracting, because stepping on them stresses me out. Sometimes when I'm walking alone I'll close my eyes or look at the sky in order to stop thinking about the imaginary sidewalk lines. #ocdproblems
I do that too! It's seriously distracting, because stepping on them stresses me out. Sometimes when I'm walking alone I'll close my eyes or look at the sky in order to stop thinking about the imaginary sidewalk lines. #ocdproblems
See the problem here is that you're taking "when it's dark" to be the object of "see" as a transitive verb. That's a thing sometimes. You might install a window "so that you can see when it's raining"
Okay, yes, Apple blatantly stole that, but I almost can't blame them. That is a beautifully designed clock. I spent some time in Switzerland this summer and I spent a good deal of time admiring these clocks in the train stations (and looking for a similarly designed watch that wasn't super-expensive).
As a psych major, I agree. People sort of forget that substance abuse/dependence are in fact psychological disorders as well.
Wow... that is actually the first good argument for pink toolsets I've ever heard. Bravo.
There's a pretty big difference.
96. Wham. the obsessive-compulsive in me loves this game.
Yeah as a Washington native I'm trying to figure out what that would even look like...
(as a side note, it is now three months later and i'm pretty much almost totally over him.)
I am so glad I'm not the only one whose breakups can trigger full-blown depressive episodes! I had been doing fine (in therapy but pretty good), and then boy dumped me and shit hit the fan. Got my meds changed up and everything became much more proportional to the actual weight of the situation. Still sad, but…
Speaking as a college girl, athletes at my school are definitely considered sexually attractive. They just get used to this, I guess, and assume everybody probably wants to sleep with them because big muscles important sports things.
I really wish all cable box menus were the same though... those things are a pain in the ass, especially when they're unfamiliar (I can hardly navigate my own without wanting to throw the remote at something)
Sounds like someone made it to a girl's bedroom and proceeded to somehow still not get laid, but not before noticing her cute R2D2 alarm clock...
Isn't calling male birth control a "Man-whore pill" pretty much like calling hormonal BC a "Slutty prostitute pill"?
Your description of the lactation nurse makes me so mad.
Thank you for having an actual answer to this.
WAIT but actually. I love this.
"I edit as a I go. (#corrections bullies, hold your tongues, please.)"
Yeah it is! It's so DC! It's pretty much exactly the same!
It kills me. The message of the song really is: Hey, I'm telling you you're beautiful, but you don't believe me because you're insecure. Now that I've given you a compliment, I don't understand why you don't love me.