Or hasn’t cut the umbilical cord, and can’t make a move without consulting at least one parent, or go a day without talking to mommy at least five times. Who allows family members to make decisions for them and can’t pay their own bills.

My requirements/deal breakers changed as I aged. In my teens, I just wanted a good kisser who had a car, could manage to obtain Boone’s Farm, and was at least a top placer in local surfing competitions. In my 20s, I wanted a guy with a decent job, who worked out and understood my workout schedule, who had a big dick…

People are nuts! I guess when someone has no life, they have nothing better to do than indulge thier crazy selves :-)

Well, this particular crazy person was an actual psycho who been in and out of jails since he was let out of juvie. He had managed to get the original Crosstalk community to feel sorry for him, and didn’t show his dark side. Then someone posted his arrest record on the front page, and he chose me to harrass, threaten,…

I must be thinking of another commenter, then, which is good, because you’re correct - it was pretty awful. And yes, like it or not, there are absolutely a few Mean Girls there who fostered a very unwelcoming attitude, and were allowed to run rampant. I and numerous others left for that reason. Clearly, you were not…

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Unfortunately, I don’t react well to Ambien. Also unfortunately, those conversations are right there in the pm’s or on my Facebook page for me relive. Thank the gods for the delete button.

Sounds like a party :-) I got about 90 minutes of sleep last night, and have started actually turning my phone off at night when I get in bed, because of conversations I’ve found in my Facebook pm’s that I don’t remember having after a night of wine, sleeplessness, or having taken an Excedrin PM. Or a combination of…

A couple of places here serve them. One place calls them “man-mosas,” I guess in an attempt to make the men who wouldn’t ordinarily such a girlie drink feel more comfortable in their masculinity. The place I was at yesterday has an entire mimosa menu, with different juices and add-in liquor. Mmmmmmm....so good.

Mimosas with Limon vodka added. Deceptive little bitches, they were. But oh, so delightfully yummy.

Well, I may have facebonked, as well, because I ended up under my comforter taking a nap by 4 pm.

I’m sure you are also aware of the Clashtalk Mean Girl crew, as I’ve seen you acknowledge their childish posts about you. I had to leave there, as well, even though I was part of the initial iteration of CLT, because of the head bitch’s obsession with trying to take me down. I made the unfortunate mistake of letting…

Careful. I’ve been here since 2007, and had to go into hibernation two years ago because a troll managed to get into my now-locked down Facebook account and doxx me here. He published my brother’s address and threatened him, and my sister’s, as well, and posted pics here of my underage son, and threatened us with…

I had an unexpectedly drinky lunch yesterday and drunk Facebooked. Needless to say, I had to do some post deleting. Hell, I don’t even remember what I deleted, just that it involved some photos and declarations of something who knows what.

I read the comments, but as a gray, don’t really feel like it matters if I post or not. Also, this is the Project Runway finale, and the clothes this season have been so good. Switching back and forth between channels doesn’t leave much time to get in comments!

I see Eddie Munster.

Have you done any fertility testing yet? Because if it’s been over a year, then it’s definitely time. Took me 2 1/2 years, and in the end, turned out to be my husband with the problem. I was also in my 30s, but that didn’t seem to be the problem. We actually stopped trying for five months, because the stress was too…

That is certainly why Mother Nature invented mimosas.

I’m drinking cheap riesling (Barefoot) and shoveling down a chopped salad in between adorable trick-or-treaters, and hiding a stash of chocolate for later. The wine is necessary for two reasons: 1. My in-laws are in town for my son’s 18th birthday; and 2. I totally need something to swish the lettuce out of my teeth…

I sleep alone most of the time, unless my dogs are piled on top of me, but when I do get to see my long-distance partner, I sleep to her left, because she’s right-handed. ;-)