I will die on this hill right here with you. Can I sit down?

Amal > Beyonce

I think that joke is pretty much a textbook Dad joke, which, at long last, George gets to make.

“knowingly created a fire trap with inadequate means of escape. They then filled that area with human beings and are now facing the consequences of their action.”

The physical blockers (titanium and zinc) have always worked best for me since I seem to be slightly allergic to all of the screens I’ve tried. My daughter inherited my sensitive skin, so we both head into the pool looking like ghosts at first, but we actually end up with color even after reapplying.

Sun block with titanium and zinc oxides are the best. Yeah your skin looks a little white but as the name implies, it blocks the sun rather than screens it. You’ll still get a little color if that’s your plan, but much slower and safer.

At 50 years old she probably wasn’t expecting anybody to go to that explanation first.

She is almost 51. Can a peri-menopausal/menopausal woman not play with her newly acquired belly fat? I THOUGHT THIS WAS AMERICA.

She looks fantastic, and that also looks 100% like a baby bump.

Let’s also add that the lack of access to doctors and affordable medicine leads to illicit drug use.

I was listening to a podcast and they were talking to a woman who cannot forget anything. Like, photographic memory - she remembers what she had for lunch on a specific day 12 years ago. She hates it. She says it’s living in the past and it can torment her.

Your Brain: YOU WERE WEARING THAT STUPID BUTTERFLY SHIRT YOU THOUGHT WAS SO COOL, REMEMBER? I DO!

My brain loves doing that, usually right when I’m about to fall asleep.

Because we place somewhere on the autism spectrum. Tons of us do. We just grew up in an age where the scientific understanding of brain/mood/personality disorders was so black/white and limited that everyone got split into two groups: the kids who were absolutely stricken with disorders so severe that you could tell…

See, my issue is that the alcohol is such a great fix in the moment(s) of my anxiety, that I forget how I’ll most likely obsess over it the next day. It’s like satisfyingly scratching the hell out of a bad sunburn and then totally regretting it moments later.

I’ve always attributed it to my anxiety disorder. I spend an exorbitant amount of time thinking (obsessing) about interactions, decisions, actions, thoughts, mistakes, smells (did I smell?), facial and body positioning, FUCKING EVERYTHING. So this “7 seconds” thing is a pipe dream for me... it’s like telling someone…

This. And the thing is that it’s not one singular event, which is why it’s harder to pin down. It’s years and years of little, passive comments here and there on any task you complete. My mother always wonders why my sister and I (29 and 27, respectively) don’t make our beds as adults. Part of it is just that I have…

Just knowing that someone else worries over being socially awkward in elementary school makes me feel so much better. “Hey, remember that time in 4th grade when Whitney stole your eraser and your face got all red and everyone thought you were crying?”-my brain, 2 am, on a far too regular basis.

I turn 37 on Friday and still feel guilty for making my mom wait in line for Space Mountain at Disney World and then chickening out at the moment we were about to get on the ride. I was 7.

I still cringe about things I did in 2nd grade.