I actually used to write obituaries, and it often happens that couples who have been married/together for a very long time die within short periods of time of each other - not usually hours, but often days or weeks. I have written about couples who were in separate nursing/hospital facilities and passed within hours…

YES YES YES. Thank you.

I adore Boden and have skirts and pants both from them....all in Tall, since I'm 5'8". But I can't for the life of me find any tops with sleeves (not sweaters, or coats, or shirts) that are in Tall at all there. And my arms are super long, so I look like I'm wearing my younger sister's shirt or I don't understand cold…

Ha! If this is true I want half the pot.

I think if she sat down and actually thought about it, she'd know it was BS. But she lives in such a well-constructed and impenetrable bubble of denial about much more serious things that it's within the realm of possibility. She's not the type to do things just so we'll get along.

My mom still thinks the tramp stamp I got 17 years ago is henna that I keep getting redone. You believe what you want to believe.

You were young and in a truly untenable position. I was raised by grandparent-age folks and have been around a lot of illness and death: you do what you think is right; you do what you can. There are almost never "right" answers. I won't presume to know what it was like to have been in your shoes, but from where I'm…

I think I love you, too. I buy sweets without nuts because he is more likely to eat the nut variety! I also found a cache of Halloween candy I hid from myself and forgot about - which I promptly ate in secret like a troll masturbating under a bridge. They were Kit Kats!

This is genius!

Nice! I think we're going to do similar - I want to go to my hometown, but, like, City Hall in my hometown and tell no one until we get back (even especially the family I have there). No guests, no gifts, no reception, total win. I do want a cake but it's bad enough that I have to share it with just him.

I got engaged Monday...out of the blue, while he was getting ready to make pancakes and I was about shower for the first time in a few days. I went to get measured (no idea what they call it when they figure out your finger size?) and to pick out my ring yesterday and was greeted by a store full of men in varying…

this hits me in my grief bone; all the more so for his correct use of "myriad."

I'm a super fast eater - I blame the Chicago Public Schools and their absurdly short lunch periods - and I pace myself with my dining companions, too. One so I don't look like a freak and two because when I have finished my food I cannot keep my gaze from drifting to what's on their plate. I'm a disgrace.

In middle school and high school, I picked at my eyelashes terribly. It was incredibly painful, not just to lose the lashes but because I'd get little scabs/psoriasis or something on my eyelids where the lashes would be, but they would only kind of grow back in. It was like really dry skin - constantly itchy but…

Oh, so much this. The middle of winter is prime psoriasis time for me, so I spend the grey months gouging at the scabs on my head. The more stressful the winter is (and winter has a horrible collision of work deadlines, always), the more I pick pick pick, often without even noticing. My partner and I will be watching…

Heh. I feel like I spent most of college crapping out Insteads.

Sometimes I think I'm the only person that gets grossed out when the person taking the money is also the person touching the food - often happens either with bare hands or simply not removing gloves to handle the cash. There is so much disgusting horrible gross shit on money that's why I haven't got any.

Taco Bell coupons ftw

I kind of feel like an "energetic release" is along the lines of what happens when I finally get home after eating Taco Bell in my car and then getting stuck in traffic.

Northeast transplant from Chicago. The snow days are largely unnecessary, I find, out here (although it is getting difficult to manage, and no one out here seems to understand how to plow, shovel, or otherwise deal with snow). But I have literally have both an entire strawberry-rhubarb pie just for me AND both seasons…