This is the first sensible damn comment I’ve read all day. He’s basically a human Lunchable and now I’m sort of sad for the imaginary sex life of my fellow Jezzies.

Usually I make my own noodles because I don’t live in a country where lasagna is really A Thing, but when I luck out and find some, I never pre-cook them; I just make my sauce about 20% looser than I normally would and everything turns out grand.

Sara, girl, are you okay? Because it seems like maybe you’re not okay. If you need a hug or a talk or someone to eat candy with in a non-horrifically nihilistic nightmare-inducing manner just lmk.

Hey It’s That Guy, I think.

She tried to punch you? JFC.

Yikes, that sounds rough. I expect it’ll be able the same with us. Each time I’ve tried to bring it up it’s like her eyes glaze over. She’s got some struggles within herself so she blocks out anything she doesn’t want to hear as a way to protect herself. I’m hoping we’ll be able to shake hands, call it a good run and…

I’m just going to stare at this until forever, tks.

Yeah, I’ve tried to ghost a bit, which I thought was inevitable because we don’t even live in the same country now. Not that I wanted to stop being pals at that point, but I needed to pull back. That’s not as effective as one might hope when the intended ghostee is diagnosed obsessive compulsive and your friendship…

Yeah, I think my situation straddles the two. It’s toxic but she doesn’t know it. She’s kinda racist and super provincial and says things like “I only want to learn classy languages like Italian or French” when she lives in a puro Salvadoreño neighborhood (who she thought were Mexicans) and I live in Mexico with a…

A bit of backstory:

Okay Jezzies, I need to hear stories about having to end longterm (like 20 year) female friendships.

Oh I still dream about the snails in Chefchaouen.

Good, it’s a bit gamey but not offputtingly so. It’s somewhere between lamb and young goat on the gaminess scale. The lamb in Morocco tastes like roasted baby angel meat, I’ve never had anything like it.

Nope, at least not English-speaking ones. We were in the financial district, so mostly folks rushing in to get lunch.

After a month in Morocco, eating everything I could shove into my face, I got Pizza Hut in downtown Casablanca with no regrets. It wasn’t good, but I was homesick (not that I ever ate Pizza Hut at home, but still) and there was only so many ground camel sandwiches a gal could eat.

I think the American version is “taking sand to the beach.”

You can pick up a vintage fur stole for cheap online or even cheaper at antique malls. I have an exquisite blonde mink stole I picked up for like, $40 maybe, a few years ago. It was a little shabby looking but I just popped it the freezer overnight (this does something for reasons I can’t remember) then gave it a good…

Yeah, I’m a sucker for a carnal face (and FWIW, that guy can definitely stand up to being grabbed and kissed). I mean I can appreciate the mercilessly architectural beige-on-beige of someone like Gwyneth. She’s like the Danish Modern of faces, and I get it, but it’s not for me.

Right? And he’s a pro-choice feminist, too, which is a good thing because I’m pretty sure I get pregnant every time I see that photo.