He reminds me of Dita von Teese, and her burlesque/old Hollywood glamour aesthetic.
I don’t have anything helpful to say, but this is a problem I also have. In my case, I get so worked up replaying scenarios in my head, I give myself panic attacks. I’m bookmarking this page in the hopes to get some tips on how to disrupt these thoughts before they get to the panic attack stage.
I do hope you told her in no uncertain terms to fuck all of the way off. Never do you lay what is pretty clearly toxic masculinity taken, honestly, to its logical conclusion, at the feet of women.
My medical provider has a drop box right in their pharmacy, so I make it a point to drop off any expired meds when I’m picking up a new Rx.
This is such good Kinja.
Even Ambien Walrus has lines he won’t cross.
For some strange reason, I read this to the tune of Pure Imagination from “Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory.”
Right here with you.
The Billie Ellish song sounds like one that would be used on So You Think You Can Dance.
I’m 99% I got them from one of my clients. I have to go into random people’s homes, and I’ve seen more than a few semi-hoarding, roach infested places.