datladyfortuna
datladyfortuna
datladyfortuna

Good to know... it always irks me that they taste so damn delicious in grilled cheese.

I just literally had to abort drinking water so I wouldn’t spit-take on my monitor.

Right there with ya. Actual cheese is entirely superior, but the singles... grilled... mmmm. *goes to make a sammich*

I often wonder what the grocery checkout people think of me on my semi-frequent ‘case of beer and a bag of chips’ days.

To be fair I’ve had generic singles from my grocery leave bits of plastic occasionally, and sometimes I am in a hurry when making grilled cheese. But I’ve never actually accidentally eaten the plastic, thankfully.

I think the 2% milk kind *may* be considered actual cheese, but yeah. Thank god for the FDA, right?

I’m overweight, and I was always cold in the offices I worked in. Despite sweaters.

Sweet pickles are gross.

First time I heard of sunset towns was about two years ago, in reference to a place in IL. As a resident of upstate NY, I was pretty shocked it is still a thing. I mean we have our racist white trash up here too, but they are nowhere near as prevalent or obvious.

Back when I didn’t have insurance and was under the poverty line, PP was my go-to clinic for a lot of stuff - UTIs, etc. Pisses me off when these jerks ignore all the other things they do just so they can attack on behalf of their pet policy.

Well, he did let me live in his house til I was 25, and in fact I think he was sad when I moved out. My mom died while I was still in high school so after graduation it was more of a room mate/house sitting situation than the typical tale of that; he drove charter bus trips and was gone a lot. So I feel like I owed

I think the pic came with the source...

Let’s just say I sincerely wish my father had been a bit more discerning about my SM’s debt situation before marrying her. In a sad turn of events, I find myself grateful he wasn’t able to complete his plan to put her in charge of his estate, as he passed away recently. It sucks to think that way, but now that I know

I kept my name, but that’s because at 29, I decided that between all my military paperwork, and all my silly online accounts, it would be far more trouble than it was worth to change it. Plus I’d lose my sweet screen name.

I have a theory, and that is that even the best of us probably leave breadcrumbs out there for accounts. I’ll admit it, this account wouldn’t be that hard to find for users of another certain website. Hence why I try not to get too crazy...

The thing about social media ‘stalking’... is that unless you take steps to lock things down to a limited audience, how is it really stalking? I mean, I changed my Twitter ‘name’ but only because of potential employers looking me up. Otherwise, if people want to read my ramblings, whatever. It’s public. I’m aware of

Newp. My mom was from Indy, and I grew up with that in rotation.

It’s kinda like sausage gravy (on toast) but with ‘dried beef’ instead. Maybe my mom was just an incredible cook, but my experiences were all good. And now I’m hungry.

Christ. Not everyone breaks up in a rain of fire. If I saw my ex had gotten married, I’d say good for him. He wasn’t MY cup of tea in the long run, but maybe down the line he could have a good marriage. I don’t get the paranoia about ex’s relationships.

Sounds like a jackass, to me. Also known as manipulative and perhaps emotionally abusive. Not to mention, maybe he lied about the reporter. Someone who’s willing to ‘kiss and tell’ such details might not be entirely honest.