discopigeons
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discopigeons

I took Levaquin for a few days, and next thing I knew, I was on the phone with my husband, I couldn’t sleep. I was freaking out, I was convinced he had PRETENDED to fly out of town for work, but was secretly hiding out waiting to kill me. I was crying, begging him not to kill me, and he had no idea what was going on.

I am a firm believer that spandex isn’t actually hiding any of my flab, so, while I won’t wear a string bikini, I definitely rock a 2 piece that, apparently the author is calling a tankini. I have like, 8 in various colors and styles that look like that pineapple print one. I didn’t realize at the ancient age of 34

I used to date a guy who was 6'10". I’m 5'3". He was SO much taller than everyone that when we went to concerts he’d stand in the very back and I’d take a chair from where ever I could find one and stand on it. Then we were the same height, could see everything, and we bothered nobody. It got to the point where I

Thank you! I thought I was the only one who thought 90 minutes was the ideal movie time. 

Thank you for asking this. I’ve wondered the same thing. Does the fact I don’t understand “feeling” female, or male make me agender? If it’s not about who I sleep with, or what I look like, or what my interests are, or what toys I played with in 2nd grade, then what IS it? If you ask, I’ll say I’m a woman, because, I

I belong to a facebook group called Georgia Alliance For Social Justice. That’s where I find out about a lot of protests in and around Atlanta, though I haven’t seen anything like this. I think there is an ICE one tomorrow night I’m planning to go to. 

I got stuck on rides there twice last summer. Not like, anything big enough to make the news. But, once was on Goliath, on that first major hill, going up. And the Superman ride we were stuck at the entrance/exit. Just hanging there. Chillin’ for 20 minutes or so.

Escalators are my biggest fear. Roller coasters? Bring it. But please don’t make me get on an escalator.

Growing up with militant “pro-life” family...they know. And, that’s a feature. You wanna kill an innocent baby, you SHOULD die, according to them.

we must share a sister, according to her everyone who has ever met me hates me. My kids would be better off with their dad. My husband only married me because he feels bad for me, and because he wants to stay in the US. (He had a green card when we met, he’s only staying in the US because I’m here.) And, the only

Georgia, not too far out of Atlanta. It’s beautiful here, and inexpensive.

It’s $9 to go to the movies here, and it’s the theater with the reclining seats. I don’t think we’d ever go if it was almost $20/ticket.

My grandma had 5 daughters. And, my grandpa loved to tell everyone how people would ask every time she got pregnant if they were trying for a boy, and he’d say no. Then, another girl would be born and he’d be told “guess you have to try again”. He was always very clear that he was very happy to have his daughters, and

Thank you, me too.

I’m not writing what he wanted, which was that my ex wasn’t threat. I’ve been very angry, never strangled someone. I told him I wouldn’t be writing anything, and the vary fact he continued to blame me for it, 10 yrs later, showed he still was a problem.

My ex and I got in an argument once, because I touched his phone. He shoved me down on the bed, and strangled me until I blacked out. Then he let me go. Eventually, that evening I called the police. I still remember standing on my back porch, 1am, crying, saying I didn’t want to press charges, I just wanted them to

My family claims to be very, very Christian, and does this whole “God spoke to me” thing. One of my sisters basically followed this guy around like a puppy through high school because god said she was going to marry him. She ignored a lot of great guys because god. Guy married a friend of hers. Sis married the first

My 14 yr old called me while visiting his dad to complain about his step-mom. And he said “Just, mom, what even is the point of Jenny (step-mom, not real nam)?” And that is my new favorite insult. “What even is the point of you?” Like, Go on, justify your existence.

This has made me so physically sick, and is giving me flashbacks. (huge family, neglect, abuse, “homeschool”, etc. though, nothing to this extent)

I can’t even imagine. My son was born weighing more than 10 pounds.