You’re from Boston and you’re judging pizza? Thanks for the laugh.

I use my toast oven to broil everything, because the cheap ass range my landlord installed would require me to do as shown in your picture, get on my hands and knees to get the food in and out.

Gas ranges, especially the cheaper ones, use the bottom drawer as a broiler, by simply having the same gas line that heats the oven open to the tray below. Electric ranges usually have a separate element on the top of the oven to act as the broiler.

Hey, I have two Yahoo addresses, and they work just fine. Yes, obvs, I know how to internet. I dumped the AOL address years ago. I have a gmail account I almost never use because Fuck Google.

I don’t remember my first email, but it would have been AOL.

What a dick. Both of them.

That’s bizarre and awesome.

I don't understand people who talk about their abusive/neglectful/selfish parents, and say they still love them. I've never gotten this. But then I just realized, literally this last week, that those people who say this are usually addicts.

I was in Chinatown in San Francisco when a Chinese funeral procession, complete with marching brass band and a giant picture of the deceased in a convertible limo went by.

Almost all of them. Like AnglKat, the family is from the South, and originally Southern Baptist, so even the ones that don’t believe anymore still follow the tradition.

My alcoholic, narcissistic, shit of a fa-in

A friend, whose mother was Japanese, got me into the habit of snacking kelp wraps with cold rise. My mother made a lot of rice for dinner, and I would have the leftovers the next day with milk, cinnamon and sugar for breakfast. Starch for the win!

My high school lunches were usually a snack bag of Cheetos and the cafeteria version of a Wendy’s chocolate frosty. All for under $1, because I am old.

I have a GP, who’s great. I had one OBGYN who was a horror, then the next one I loved but he retired. I’m just glad I hit menopause and the GP’s office will do the basic stuff, because the idea of finding another GYNO makes me feel ill.

I was 40 years old the second time I was pregnant, never wanted kids, and I still had to sign off a bunch of forms to the effect of “Yes, I know a tubal ligation is permanent. No, I don’t want any more kids. Yes, I’m fine with that,” and it took pages to say that.

In community property states it is basically that debt and property acquired before the marriage is separate, and debt and property acquired during (with exceptions) is mutual. However, because there are exceptions, and each state varies, and even if you don’t live in a community property state, because of your BF’s…

I understand that you love him, but the continuous worry about money will eventually crush your soul. It already has you incredibly upset.

Never mind. Missed the later comment.

I didn’t have any brothers and, because I loved mechanical things, I became my dad’s assistant when working on cars, building stuff, etc., but my mom had also taught me to sew and crochet. In fact, my dad pulled all of us girls out to at least learn the basics about cars, because he said we shouldn’t operate a piece…

Maybe he should just hire a once a week housekeeper.