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.

BLUE LIVES MATTER

I had one of these bad boys;

Thank you for saying this. My anxiety is bad enough that I avoid, or at least put off, quite a few “normal” behaviors. So when I actually do them, I like to feel a little pride about it.

Yeah, this article annoys me a lot for this reason. A lot of people deal with anxiety, depression, etc. that actually keep them from being able to function ‘normally’ and to say that people who want to congratulate themselves as a motivational measure for being able to function are actually being childish is pretty…

Right? Like goddamn Madeleine, maybe sit a few plays out.

This is possibly the most humorless thing I’ve read in a while. “#Adulting” is obviously a joke, meant to be taken as such. Most of the time I see it, it’s used by the person saying it to skewer themselves for being childish or lazy, not to garner praise.

i would give almost any amount of money to read this email.

You know how some people get grossed out by the word “moist”?

Let he who hasn’t measured their own dick cast the first stone.

It’s also a great way to check who remembers how to use pi.

Tee hee!

The specially designed tape, which measures circumference and not length, will be handed out free of charge at the clinic from Tuesday.

I feel like I was just included in some real dirty shit reading that caption and that is no way to feel at a desk at 12:30 in the afternoon..

I don’t think that’s going to outrage too many people. You pretty much have to take a hard position on specific toppings, or in the realm of New York-style vs. Chicago-style, to get much reaction.

My Mom told me the same thing at the same age, but in broken english with her thick Korean accent...and continued with it up until my early 30s (despite being the same weight since I was 14, now she thinks I am too skinny).
I used to spite her by eating EVERYTHING in the fridge.

It’s pretty normal to guarantee damaged money- if you’re super curious and have the time and cash to spare, rip a bill in half, another bill in thirds, quarters, etc., and see how many pieces before your bank won’t exchange a good bill for the constituent pieces of the old one.

Yep, I had a similar thought. Like Pat Nixon's "cloth coat."

I hate how everyone is all, her eyes look sad or whatever. She's just bad at candids. For example, I can take a bad ass selfie, but as soon as someone else turns the camera on me, my brain goes OPEN YOUR MOUTH REALLY WIDE, IT WILL LOOK GREAT.

But she cry cry cries in her lonely heart...