jeweltones
jeweltones
jeweltones

such a sad story, but I like the ending. :) Happy Thanksgiving!

You are a good friend.

I have lost several people really dear to me, in different circumstances, in different times of life, and with different people surrounding me. As much as each catastrophe is its own, and each grief seems to have its own lifestyle and lifespan, here are some things I have found universally helpful:

THIS, all of it. Just be there, if somebody is sick or has lost someone. Not Jewish, but I like the idea of Shiva for that reason, and because speaking isn’t required... just let them initiate conversation if they feel like it. Just be there, in solidarity.

My best friend was driving a VW when she took a curve a bit too fast, hit a clod of clay dirt lying in the road, and skidded onto the shoulder. She pulled it around but grazed a tree with the left front end, hard enough to rub off a couple flakes of bark. A normal car, the cops said, would’ve been bashed up. But the

So, Burning Man is basically the Jordanian camp for Syrian refugees, only with electricity and better drugs?

Forget what I said about the shine serum. This is obviously Elizabeth Taylor’s wig.

Forget what I said about the shine serum. This is obviously Elizabeth Taylor’s wig.

Props to whoever picked out Adrian’s shine serum, tho. Real talk.

Aw thanks! I was comfortable “as me” too, that’s what you get that nobody else does. I mean, comfortable in a loathing sort of way. LOL I just thought, “eh, I’m a steaming heap of shitty problems, what’re ya gonna do?” and figured I’d do the best I could. It’s still nicer though, though! “Oh, hey, steam can actually

well, if you’re not “constantly making an effort” then don’t say you are. Also, “get me a sandwich and a blow job” isn’t “making an effort.” Speaking from other people’s experiences here... of course.

YES the vulnerability is worse with people we’re familiar with, I swear. It’s like “you know me when I’m not cool,” so if we dare to feel sexy or whatever, it always occurs to us “oh who am I kidding.”

Oh, man, you’re the first person I’ve ever known who understood that feeling about not loving yourself and not really wanting to or even missing it. That was me my whole life until my late teens. I will say this (even though, if you’re as much my spirit animal as I think you might be, it might bounce right off you): I

Regarding your second question, I believe there were a few possible presidential candidates on the table, at least one of whom was an alumna but from what I gather she had job responsibilities that prevented her from taking the job right now. Other than that, having looked at the new guy’s resume, he does seem pretty

Are this person's initials CB? They seemed a bit blindsided by it too, to me.

*as far as you know. Most SBC folks would've said the same thing, last week.

Good start! Now have them carry around pastries daily for the next couple of years and see how much changes, and how old it gets. The inconvenience of schlepping sweets won't be much worse than carrying around a purse and wearing women's shoes, either.

Uhm.... thank you for your service? Also, I'm totally stealing "devil-stew" and "warm slurry of stank." You, sir, are a poet.

Please marry one of those girls, or both!