She’s been on point with helping me with the PTSD and my eating disorder that came from the stress of the abuse — but holy shit. I don’t want anything to do with my family. I get guilt, sure. I get angry. But I’d rather not even acknowledge my mom or sister because that’s where I am. So no, I don’t want a relationship…

Things are weird, and I have anxiety and it’s warping my sense of everything.

In an emergency situation, one of the admin is designated as the media person so that there’s only one line of conversation. That way, if we have directions to give, or information to share for all families - you get it right from the admin’s mouth.

This was one of the hardest conversations to have with my students. Process that you’re doing EXACTLY what you’re told to do in an emergency WITH the Resource Office AND the admin following suit - and some evil asshole knows that.

Too late. We already do intruder drills.

Can you add some protein to the smoothie? Quest isn’t so bad in vanilla or strawberry and then it’s a meal substitute.

I saw one of my students with “Forever” by Judy Blume in her bag and I wanted to talk to her about it - and be like “YAS! BOOK! I READ THAT TOO!” But I didn’t want to embarrass her because of the content. But I was glad to see it’s still circulating.

But he came off as a bored, smug showman.

Justin is boring me and we haven’t even hit the chorus. Booooring.

I am 35 and I’d wear a hazmat suit if it protected me.

You know why you care about Drew Carey getting married? I read his bio decades ago, and he was abused as a kid, joined the Marines, worked hard to get where he is, and seems like a generally okay guy. He really put a lot into creating his confidence and life — good for him.

Lucky. As soon as my boyfriend’s nose leaks, he lays on the couch and declares his funeral.

I was always confused as to why my father, a religious man, didn’t want a mass and funeral. He was cremated - and the simplicity of “not dragging us through that” isn’t lost on me.

Lowell!

Because eventually he’s going to email something so awesomely batshit and self condemning that it will be gold.

How do we make this happen?!

I’m going to the Gilette one and I don’t want to go with the friend I am supposed to take. Wink wink nudge nudge!!!!

I have a really, really hard time buying a $13 bud light at TD Garden.

I’m cutting him some slack only because my sister’s fiancé has no idea what a nightmare of a person she is - so when he reports on her, it’s always butterflies and sunshine. He only knows what he’s been told - so for him, that might be his reality, right or wrong.

We also don’t know Meg (can I call her that?)‘s perception of her family for reals. I mean, I declare myself an orphan but I have a manipulative shit sister and a batshit mother still lurking. They ain’t fam.