I came down here to post this. Thank you.

Wrap it up with a "stronzo!" and we've got a solid Italian curse here.

"It's really about [topic] in [this type of] journalism," will never get old.

Care to explain what went through your head when you decided to post this atrocious mess? Would it not have served you better (no pun intended!) to use proper grammar, punctuation, and full spelling (as opposed to abbreviations such as "ppl") when defending your asshat behavior?

Because they get off on this shit. People that troll on the internet tend to be high functioning sociopaths, psychopaths at the worst. They typically lack empathy and/or enjoy hurting people any which way they can.

Tears:

... and the fact that in cases where people are going to reconcile, that such reconciliations are predicated upon knowing what you did, and being sorry, not accusations of narcissism.

Ugh, this a thousand times. Without elaborating, this is the shit my sister and I deal with every year around the holidays and it drives us insane. There's a reason I moved away.

"Step on a lego ..."

I saw the flat white on their menu last Monday for the first time and thought I'd give it a shot (no pun intended). I liked it. Thought it tasted fine after I added a small packet of sugar. But I prefer sort of sweet coffee.

Iced coffee with some vanilla, creamer, and a little sugar. That is my regular drink of choice at any coffee shop. Even last Wednesday, when it was -10 as I ordered it.

Gurl, I am right there with you, although I've gotten better over the last decade. As a young 20 year old, I was the laziest thing on the planet when I moved in with my then-boyfriend. Who was 26 at the time. Mentally, we were in different places.

This was ridiculously fascinating. I love raw data like this and visualizing it on maps, graphs, etc.

I have a fully-furnished bedroom in it which you will NOT be sleeping in most of the time ...

UGH with the "make love". BARF.

Snuggles/Snuggling. I can get behind that. Cuddling definitely sounds weird to me. Like ... creepy weird.

Same! Regularly I'm at about 97.2. Hands and feet are always like ice, but I don't feel cold. House at 68, too. When the thermometer reads 99 I immediately call my doctor ...

Flawless Victory!

None of the items listed in your analogies were created with the singular purpose of killing people/animals (you could try to make an argument for knives, but a knife is useful in so many other ways that its invention was not solely to kill shit).

My husband does not understand why I like reading books with strong women protagonists and why I'm sick of books that don't have them. And my brain just rage-strokes and cannot explain it properly. So I'm going to try what you've typed up here and see if that helps. I'm sick of being given shit when I don't like…