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That's very true. And this is speculation but maybe the girl who wrote the twitter acct just didn't care about that. ?? I don't know.
I am now leaning toward this being a hoax based upon another comment on this thread where they pointed out the person tweeted that she was having one last quiet night before going to the

Good point. And the fact that she was lucid enough to type/write/speak. My husband had expressive ephasia and lost most of his speech and this ability to write or communicate clearly and this happened right from the start, after his grand mal at diagnosis.
Hmmm, this is making me more suspicious that this twitter is

My husband died of GBM and astrocytoma and I was there from first grand mal seizure to death which for him was 17 months.
I didn't see anything so off with this girl going on vacation if she declined treatment. Treatment for GBM only buys you time, and from what I saw shitty time at that. So if she traveled she may

It was 1986, outside of our middle school. I was chewing gum and he asked for some. I handed him the piece from my mouth and without blinking an eye he put it in his mouth and walked away. We were in 6th grade at the time.
We went to different high schools and lost touch (we never dated when young). When we were 32 I

I can't imagine what it was like back then and I know I'm lucky to feel that way. I'm glad Ms. Bridgewater spoke up about her experience. Thank you for sharing yours.

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Yep she has me hooked from the get go. Excellent writing!

I concur, this is the funniest and most well articulated thing I've read on Jez recently.

I know! It was mind altering to see them not in character!

In 6th grade, circa 1986, I had the wob I admit. But I went the extra mile for pseudo punk coolage and parted it so that one side hung over half my face causing my nickname in school to be One Eye.
Oh the shame I feel recounting this story to all you Jezzies.

Same. I whispered "oh! Matthew Crawley!" To myself when I saw the pic. :( so sad.

I like it, I like it! :)

Ah! Then you know first hand the kinds of questioning I also experience. Isn't it strange to have people you don't know come up and start asking questions about your personal life?! It just boggles my mind that someone would do that. Or would even care. What's the point I wonder?

I hear ya. It's like, why in the hell do I feel like I have to recount my life story for this person who I don't even know?! I get aggravated when questioned about the details too. I just don't understand it. I would never presume to ask anyone, not even my best friend, for details they didn't freely give. It's beyond

Yeah! It's been so uncomfortable lately bc I'm babysitting my granddaughter while my daughter goes to work and everywhere I go someone has to comment. Add to that baby girl is mixed and doesn't look a thing like me and everyone assumes I adopted her. Nope. We are blood related. I just don't understand the impulse

Yes! Thank you! I hate the constant commenting on looks too. Not just mine but any body. Why can't we just save comments or compliments for when someone DOES something of note? I was born into this body by no fault or virtue of my own, only by chance. So there is no merit there.
Definitely love the "sorry my family

Lol! I like this! I could totally exaggerate sarcastically. I'm awkward socially but sarcasam is my mother tongue!

Thanks, I like "that is sweet of you to say" bc I think most people are meaning to compliment. Though some are judgy I know. I do look young for my age and it basically makes it look like I must have had my daughter at age 12. My husband suggested I try something witty like "oh, I switched to diet soda and the

Hi everyone! I need some help thinking up responses to say when people tell me I look too young to be a grandma. Truth be told, I am a very young grandma but it seems like saying "thank you" or "well I am too young actually" aren't the right things to say. I have awful social anxiety and just tend to freeze up when

It's too nasally for pop. Ok for country tho.