I want this goat. I love goats so much. It is adorable watching her trying to (I presume) play with mirror-goat. This is the best way to end a fairly yucky day.
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One, I forgot Arbor Mist existed. It is the kind of wine my grandma used to drink to feel fancy. It is the first adult-approved alcohol I think I ever drank. I think I drank Arbor Mist before I drank Boone's Farm.
Every time I see her face I cry out, "Anne Boleyn!"
That's odd. My doctor put me on continuous use pills and she prescribes 4 packs for each refill. I haven't had any problems with insurance, and have never paid more than my $10 co-pay in the past year. So it's possibly the way your prescription was written? Like, if your doctor wrote so that you could only refill one…
I...just...
To be fair, wasn't it cookies in the book and doughnuts in the film?
I am 27.
Oh, and sorry. To clarify last night's long, rambling, occasionally meandering post—my issue is not so much that Alex did what she did, or the motivations of any of the characters. I was just more surprised and upset with myself for not recognizing the sexual assault. There was just a moment of disconnect between what…
I finished it awhile ago.
I can't believe I forgot Little Debbie! Oatmeal Creme Pies, Zebra Cakes, and Star Crunches were basically my childhood.
Replying to myself because too late to edit:
So, this is tangentially related. I marathoned all the episodes awhile back, but have also been following the recaps on Autostraddle. And one of the most recent ones about "Fucksgiving" made me think really hard. And I wanted to share, in case anyone else hadn't seen it and/or thought about it. I'm practically a…
Both options sadden me greatly.
I spent like, ten minutes trying to find a funny picture/think of a funny joke about a poor man's Tastykake. But I've never actually experienced a Tastykake product. And when you literally Google "poor man's Tastykake" the first thing that pops up is a sad article, but then a bunch of stuff about how Tastykake is a…
Oh, God. Me too. I've just given up. It's like, "Yup, my DNA is mutated beyond belief despite the myriad of precautions I've taken. So now I'm going to go play in this puddle of ethidium bromide and wait for the cancer. Text me if you go to happy hour!"
I just went to their website. You guys, I learned so much!
Hugs! It does hurt. I went before college for the good ol' BCP prescription, and was just completely unprepared for what was about to happen down there. It's gotten better since then, and my latest gyno uses a really little speculum. I think it might be child-sized. I've had sex since then, but not often and not even…
I am in love with in a way I have never been in love with a fictional character before.