Leo will never win an Oscar. It is known.
Miranda Kerr has very specific taste in men post Orlando. Billionaires only. i.e. she dated James Packer.
My dentist in my teens told me I needed to stop picking my lip, something about increasing chances of cancer... Easier said than done. 10 years later, here we are, still picking my lips...
I bit the inside of my cheeks on probably an hourly basis for years before my dentist told me it was precancerous. Stopped immediately. Now I just rub my lips with my fingers all the time instead.
That’s a habit I picked up during my years of having braces. The brackets would cut the insides of my cheeks, and I would just chew off the pieces that stuck out. It sounds absolutely disgusting, and it is, but it was oh-so-satisfying. I still do it sometimes, decades later. My ultimate bad habit, however, is…
I was also going to say that I also had a neck nub, and it ended up being a benign blood vessel extra lump kind of thing. I picked the everlasting fuck out of that little bastard, but it kept coming back. Finally, I had the doctor cut the damn thing off. I have a small scar (2 stitches, woo hoo!), but the piece of…
Um, I had one of those too and it wasn’t full of dead cells and whatnot. It was a piece of hair/stubble that had begun to pearl-ize. When I finally had enough, I jabbed it with a pin and squeezed like hell and this bullet shot out and made an audible clink in the sink. I picked it up and stared at in amazement,…
I bite skin off the inside of my cheeks. Like, big chunks of it. Always have. Probably always will.
That advice on the crush is some of the best advice I’ve ever read. One of the most stunning moments of my 15+ years of marriage was hearing Dick Van Dyke admit that, many years ago, he had realized that he and Mary Tyler Moore were in love with each other while filming their TV show. Did he do anything about it? No,…
I thought I would find overwhelming support for the advice offered to the first guy, but... I was wrong. Just because you’re in a relationship with someone doesn’t mean you get to authorize their platonic day-to-day interactions. Talking to people without your knowledge isn’t some cloak and dagger clandestine way to…
“hey how’s it going” “I LOVE MY MOTHER MORE THAN MY DAD”
I suppose you have a discussion and find out what her deal is. The whole suffering self-sacrificial role will not workout in your favor.
I read in an interview somewhere that David Schwimmer was always trying to talk the producers of Friends into hiring PoC for extra parts or the love interest roles. It’s why all of the (very few) PoC guest stars have story arcs with Ross!
Or if you can somehow find the money and are okay with the house being a little dirty from time to time, hire that shit out (we decided to stop eating out so we could find the money to have a guy come clean the house every third week or so). We still split things like cooking and dishes, but not having to clean…
Divide all the maintenance evenly - the cooking chores, the shopping chores, the cleaning chores, the laundry chores, the outside chores (snow removal, cutting the grass, etc), the vehicle chores, the bill paying.
Another +1 for same-sex relationships. There’s simply no tradition of gender-roles to fall back on when it comes to this in our household.
Because it’s humiliating. I don’t feel a need to publicly point a finger at my rapist but if he ever was to come into some sort of power or was being deemed a saint, I might start telling my story.
When my wine glass is empty I get to hold it in front of my husband’s face and make a very specific pathetic choking noise like I’m dying of thirst. In the 10 years we’ve been together he’s never not found it incredibly charming, chuckled heartily, and then gone to get me more wine.
Let’s share the love, girl. My dude goes out and get’s my wine FOR me and shares his big socks when mine are dirty.