honeycrumpett
honeycrumpett
honeycrumpett

I was the ghoster in a similar dynamic. Eventually I got sick of waiting for him to get his shit together “to be in love again” — which I stupidly waited for for a year. I listened to all his neuroses about getting old, and how his record label had fucked him over 10 years prior, and told him how brilliant and

I have a bottle each of Gap Dream and Gap Grass. It’s 1994 again and time to drink Fresca and Paul Masson in the quad in my slip dress.

I remember this! My mom is a native of Northford and we often hung out in Milford during the summer. Kudos.

She initially came here on a student visa, but then left and came back on a K1.

Even though I have very mixed emotions about it as a site (there are some real assholes on there), there is SO much good information on VisaJourney. Start with the K1 Guide. Read EVERYTHING. You can totally do this yourself unless you have any red flags about your relationship (big age gap, high fraud consulate).

100% would do, even unto the last. What a long, storied career. He made such an impression on me when I was but a wee crumpett. Graceful, manly, brilliant Mr Lee. Requiescat in pace.

Great article, but there’s quite a bit unclear about what Jo’s status actually was prior to her leaving for Korea. She came in on an K-1 (fiance(e)) visa, and it appears that she married her petitioner but... he never filed for adjustment of status? Or did he and the notice that came in 2009 denying her green card was

Picture: Block Island, late September 1995. I’m kicking around with some college friends — we graduated in May, but we’re all still hanging out in our college town, looking for something Big and Fun to do with our lives. In the meantime, someone has a friend with a house on Block Island, so we decamp for a long

Very sad to hear this happened at a Nordstrom. I’m a lady of some colour and have MUAs at two different Nordstroms in LA. I am treated like a muthafuckin’ QUEEN at both locations, and both MUAs (one African-American, one Israeli) regularly call me to check up on if there’s anything I’m short on, do I need a

I’m kinda/kinda not embarrassed to admit I am a Coast to Coast Insider. :-/ I bought a subscription for my boyfriend for Christmas as a gag gift and I ended up getting hooked listening to archived episodes about haunted objects. Even if it’s a load of hooey, I will never forget the story about the “possessed” West

Said other student is a Ph.D. so believes he is smartest person in class. Student is wrong.

This is what someone in one of my law school classes actually believes.

We’ve been studying this case in my Appellate Advocacy class. I am SO glad to hear of this decision, especially because I can now say “SEE????” to another member of my class who said he thought she was spoiling for a fight when she wore a black headscarf to her interview, and that the EEOC was looking for some sad

I read “Whitey.”

Oh thank goodness we are not alone. “Lying in bed, looking at shit on the internet on our phones, avoiding laundry” is our preferred Sunday morning activity. I call it “adult parallel play.”

You and I have discussed this before. Will noone think of the oily ladies of a certain age?

Having done the bridal gown in the UK to US direction, I second the recommendation to appeal to a flight attendant’s romantic sensibilities. I walked onboard with a Berkertex Brides garment bag, my groom and a pleading look in my eyes. The BA attendants took care of my dress and fawned over us throughout the flight.

Sweet baby Jesus, yessssss.

I will buy your book!

The raw tomato thing is so real. When I was first diagnosed in my late thirties, I had until that point been an enthusiastic tomato eater, the kind who did eat them like the fruit they are. After the first what-the-fuck-is-happening experience, I had to rework my entire eating life. The first year I was prone to cry