She must be in real pain if she A) doesn't care about the seat being up or B) requires the cold of the porcelain against her butt to feel better >_<

I got lucky, I mentioned to one of my aunts that my period had changed when I hit my late 20s, that I was getting a lot of migraines now, and she said, "Oh, do you get the runs now, too? Aren't those the worst?"

Smoked salmon on its own makes me want to gag. Deliberately fusing it with vodka for some kind of horror-movie martini is just...beyond words disgusting.

I'm with you. It used to be good, and it isn't anymore.

Oh god, the pumpkin muffin at Tim's. The candied pumpkin seeds on top. I loathe muffins but I'm a sucker for that thing.

I want to blow a raspberry on that round little belly. SO CUTE.

Now take it to the left! And one! And two!

In the slideshow, that woman is Look 15 :)

Most cheese doesn't have lactose. The aging process converts it to lactase, which is easy to digest.

If someone wants to feed me a dish full of dairy even after I've warned them I'm lactose intolerant, be my guest, but know that in 30 minutes to an hour, I will be locking myself into your bathroom, which you will likely have to destroy with fire afterwards, possibly from orbit. (It's the only way to be sure.) ^_^

I wonder, too, if it's that ingrained (and completely erroneous) sense that rape is about having made oneself a target, and so if we aren't pretty, then we are invisible and thus safe from subsequent sexual violence. Or maybe it's a way to express the depth of the shock we're feeling, in hope that someone will see…

Some more hair-cutting/grief anecdata: I shaved off almost all my hair (gave myself a Chelsea) after my mom died. It was in large part because I'd been growing my hair out for her, in case she lost her hair during treatment and wanted a wig, but yeah. My SO at the time was horrified.

I'm so sorry for your loss. Internet hugs, if you want them.

That's some embarrassingly bad writing. Hackneyed. The kind of fantasy that teenage girls write. I feel bad for her...it doesn't sound like she likes herself very much :/

Ha, the way she wrote it, it sounds like five guys had to push _her_ rather than the car to the nearest gas station. Which is way more amusing, let's face it.

On par with "my account was hacked" and "it was a social experiment".

Definitely. You've got time :)

A gourmet cook at home...huh. That's like me saying because I installed a light fixture, I'm an electrician at home :P

Apparently Wanda Sykes was onto something with that detachable pussy idea...if only we could take it off and just be writers...

I misread your comment as, "What an awful slug." And it sounds like it fits anyway.