A few months later I figured out he’d at the very least been emotionally cheating for a while.

(I was broken up with) After 8 years together out of the blue, on Facebook, on a Wednesday while I was at work. We were both in our 30s. Grow up. 

Come from a family of leashed children. All four of us. We are fine and thriving and most likely would have been dead without. I appreciate your thought. 

I had a LEEP procedure on Thursday and the gyno was an old man who was an hour late (I was his first patient of the day and he’s been an hour late every time I’ve seen him), which I find incredibly disrespectful; he didn’t even apologize. He also was not gentle in the slightest bit. The nurse even looked upset and…

But do they match your handmade prairie dress with puff sleeves that also matches your mother’s dress for late 80s grandparent anniversary photos? No? Or coordinate with your neon mismatching socks for the first day of kindergarten to showcase your sweet teased bangs? No?

It’s a pretty well known quote from one of the Ru Paul Drag Race contestants. You can buy a ton of stuff with that quote on it. 

We were not allowed to have Poptarts after the great toaster fire of ‘98. I was playing in the back yard in the snow when my mother yelled at me to get out of the way and out the window came a flaming toaster. The sound it made landing in the snow was a satisfying sizzle. Wasn’t the first one it happened to either.

I was at a friend’s Festivus party when I move home after undergrad. There was this boy (man I guess), and we kept locking eyes from across the room and I knew I was a gonner. Shy, awkward and not a year single after my last long term (4 years we lived together), I was hesitating.

Those parts were pretty boring...but I was fascinated by the fact that the architect had no formal schooling and just became a preeminent in the field, because 1800s amiright?

Reading “The Library Book” by Susan Orlean. It’s about the fire that destroyed L.A.’s central library in 1986. True crime with a love letter to libraries and books on the side.

Hahahah yes. First thing I thought about, and the best part of it is my ex’s name is Jeremy.

Right? There is a time and place for these conversations and sure it can be brought up right away in the right environment (sex club/convention...I am sure there’s also apps for kinks). Buddy read the room. Yeesh!

Back on Tinder for the first time in about a year because girl want to go out and have fun and maybe smush. I’ve had it for less than 24 hours and have been propositioned by a dude to use a strap-on on him. My face right now is very non-plussed.

I feel this in my bones.

Oh god me too, but I going to live vicariously through you because that’s my favourite stage (will they won’t they). I think if they make reasons to be around and see you that is always a good sign. My ex-boyfriend and I (doesn’t sound good but we made 8 years), used to go to parties hoping to bump into each other.

Hooded eyes here too and blue. I love the Urban Decay pallets in the warm/red tones (Heat and Cherry). They really make the blue pop. I don’t think I’ve had issues with transfer when wearing a primer and I go heavy with the Heat when I go out dancing.

Inflatable viking pyre or even viking longship is really missing from the recent pool toy explosion. Keep one in the trunk and you’re good for those last minute invasions or unplanned deaths.

There is a commercial for dog food that keeps popping up when I am legally streaming TV and it makes me so frustrated. The commercial is all about a mom feeding her two sons the best nutritious food she can (one human and one fur). This woman who is probably in her later 30s, at most, is wearing the same geriatric…

I wish I could go back and do things differently but unless I’d have the knowledge I do now it would be useless. We cannot beat our literal child selves up for making monumental decisions we were not equipped to make. No adult in my life told me it might be a bad idea, or to take some time off and think. Nobody. 

That is the problem. I was on a very specific planned career path (completed grad school for it too) that due to several factors ran me into a brick wall.