@Mollyboo: So because women have to be fit, men do too? Exactly how does that solve ANYTHING?

@foree: I listen to commentaries on dvds, they're funny guys and remind me a lot of my own friends/ex-boyfriends.

@titilayo: Damn straight. I get more insulted when people call me a little girl. I'm 5'9" and my bony knuckles will cut you if you call me little!

I always loved math - it was like solving little puzzles.

I *do* have loyalty to my job and THAT'S my problem.

From my family I'm already fucked:

@titilayo: Same with my second boyfriend (only mine was Irish and Italian). What gives with sweet early boys?

@pickles_in_my_tuna: Gods, I'm so terrified of lactation-fetish men as well. And I have friends that lactate for no reason who get the creepiest comments when guys find out...

@Skinny Bone Jones: Djarum Blacks were my gateway into smoking "real" cigarettes. At this point though, I can't even finish a clove, it's so damn sweet and sickly, but I miss it and still try to smoke 'em every time they're around...

@dewdewbraun: If only that would cure it... the past few weeks of grey NY skies have been killing me.

@Sev: It's kind of weird how this sort of stuff actually lowers the expectations of men - like, they expect to be yelled at for anything they want to do. And they'll worship you for not berating them over trivial things like that. These sorts of things don't really help men at all as much as they're a detriment to…

Ugh, sometime old comic books frighten me...

This article makes me want to cry.

@howdybeep: I tried to get a housekeeper too at one point, and my boy went into a rant about us turning bourgeois.

@Catra: The proper response to that is "Yes, and I ATE IT."

I work Friday and I believe in abstaining from shopping on Black Friday.

*sigh* when I was a kid I was not eating with my lunch monies so I could complete my comic book collections. I also didn't believe in paying for drugs (as a girl and "little sister" everyone wanted to get me high) and that alcohol was a poison.... Kids these days just don't have priorities.

My friend has a rule: do NOT read someone's livejournal unless you want to lose all respect for them.

I have hospitalizingly bad cramps... exercising does really help. I tend to make a point of taking the subway that drops me off on the East side of Manhattan and walking all the way to the West side because by the end of it, everything feels much better. During the walk, I will kill the fucking tourists trying to…

Meet-ups would be fun as well as some weekend postings.