When husband and I first moved into our house, one of the first things I did was smoke cigarettes (in a gold-tipped cigarette holder) and drink wine in the giant clawfoot bathtub while wearing his policeman’s hat.

When I was a freshman in university we used to order Domino’s every drunk night because they accepted payment with our meal plan cards. That is literally the only time it’s acceptable to give them money. Of course, I’m still paying off my student loans and I’m sure like a quarter of that is Domino’s charges from ten…

I'm pretty sure I just read that somewhere.

Thank you. That’s really good to know. Rationally I know it’s probably (sadly) a fairly common thing for doctors to see, but my fear of being judged is still strong.

Your hair is amazing. I am very jealous.

Yeah, I don't understand why having a high forehead is seen as a bad thing. I love my giant forehead and wearing my hair swept back off my face. :)

Getting drunk AT the mall, yes. Getting drunk and THEN going to the mall, no. Drunk shopping for the win!

I was thinking about this the other day because husband and I are going to try and make a baby in the new year. I haven't weighed myself in probably five years because of how obsessive and fucked up about it I used to be. I was trying to imagine if there was any way I could potentially have my weight just recorded and…

I was just planning to creep tonight but then I saw this and had to log in. I am SO sorry to hear this, and I will be praying for you and thinking of you. Please let all your weird Internet friends here know if there is ANYTHING we can do to help you through this. Sending you hugs and sunshine and strength.

My hair is already super fine and won't grow longer than my shoulders. If it starts to really fall out I think I'm just gonna have to shave my head and tell myself I look like Furiosa.

Yep. A couple months ago a beautiful man with a man-bun took a fancy to me one night at the pub. I was momentarily very sad when I had to tell him that I was engaged and could not dance with him.

I knew I shouldn’t have quit gymnastics when I was 12. Oh, well. Organ harvesting it is.

This is so true. I grew up with my mom’s parents living upstairs in a separate suite. My Oma and Opa raised me as much as my own parents did. I know it was tough on my parents’ relationship sometimes, but overall it was wonderful and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Yeah, that part rang painfully true for me too.

I dunno, in my case at least, I feel like partly it’s because it is such a non-colour that it makes us, out of boredom or indifference, more likely to experiment with colour...and also light enough to feel like we can get away with doing clearly dumb moves like at-home bleaching?! ;)

When I was in high school, one weekend my best friend and I decided to dye my dirty blonde hair platinum. It obviously turned out bright yellow and looked hideous.

Oh, me too. Big time. This may sound bizarre, but I didn’t start seriously smoking until I was like 26. I used to be super healthy and active. Then I became clinically depressed. Then came grad school stress, followed by work stress, and of course I would always double down when I was dealing with relationship shit.

I haven’t smoked regularly in about three weeks (I had some last weekend when I was drinking, but that’s it) and I was around half a pack a day before I stopped.

My girl cat Coco is like this too. She’s very noisy, and very bossy. She has a morning routine (1. Roll around scratching at our door and chirping until we get up; 2. Run down the hallway to where our poor, put-upon older cat Lou sleeps, lay down in front of his door until we open it, then go charging into his room…

This is my favourite saying. I salute you.