I firmly believe he’s got the boxed set waiting for him up there.

After all this time, Alan.

Nope. My goddess wears sneakers.

I’ll just leave this here...

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How Blueberry Jones packs (for any destination):

Not nearly as wonderful as 1984’s Peaches ‘N Cream Barbie:

Just over two years ago one of my best friends died two days post childbirth. According to her doctor there was complications. Her pregnancy was very difficult and they had to induce her almost nine weeks early. We were all worried about her during labor but she seemed okay. I was there at the hospital, I got to see…

On a side note, this is exactly why abortion needs to be legal. Women used to die from child birth all the time and people are forgetting that. It’s a major medical event. I hate when people make flippant remarks about “why can’t the woman just stick it out for nine months and let the baby be born?” Because its not…

Similar story, similar outcome (except no sexy friend came through) to I created a burner account for this’s story.

When I was 20, I was working at a bookstore and living with my boyfriend, who also worked at the same bookstore. It was a small bookstore, with only 7 employees and when the holiday party rolled around we all went to a bar in Montouk and proceeded to get ripped. I had lost track of my boyfriend and started to make out…

This story coincidentally is one of the memories I am going to get EMDR for soon, so I can Men-in-Black that shit from my brain.

In college my roommate and I decided to throw a generalized “winter” party. We cut out paper snowflakes, put Christmas lights everywhere, holiday colored jello shots, etc. We had about 50 people in our tiny apartment, had an awesome party, cops came, people had to leave, yada yada yada...

So it is Christmas eve and I am sitting around the fire with my family. My parents’ house smells like mulled cider and is decorated in all its seasonal splendor. My phone rings and it is my on and off again ex-boyfriend! Things had ended badly with us and he wanted to reconcile! I was on could nine… Swoon!

By “Holiday” do you mean the Good Friday when I hooked up with super hot Alex? Or the Easter Sunday when I met him at the family brunch and learned he was my dad’s half-sister’s son?

Ok...

Both the holiday and the embarrassing come at the end of this story.

Right after my divorce was final, I traveled back home for Christmas. A few old friends found out that I was in town and wanted to meet up for dinner and drinks.

I LOVED Polly Pocket. I still like miniaturized things, now that I think about it.

My stuffed animals. I hated dolls except for the one whose hair grew when you pressed her belly button. Embarrassing confession: I used sleep with a different stuffed animal each night and had a chart with a schedule so none of them would have hurt feelings.