I was reading the comments, wondering about the level of surprise. I think perhaps the term “peacekeeper” might be part of the issue; it makes it easy to forget they’re soliders. No offense to the many decent soldiers that I’m sure exist, but soldiers are well known to engage in this behavior.

I also have client confidentiality in my stable - it never occurred to me to use it to get more info.

I’ve found sharing doesn’t help in the slightest. I’ve developed a rigorous anti-suffering regimen of distraction and drinking.

I didn’t know Esprit still existed. :)

I grew up dreaming of the day I could afford J.Crew. Now I can, but don’t want it because it’s all overpriced crap now.

Expensive clothes with thin fabric is really, REALLY starting to piss me off. When a sweater costs $100, I should be able to wear it without a cami underneath to avoid exposing my bra. But that’s now the impossible dream or something - thin ass fabric everywhere you go. Drives me nuts.

In the mid/late 80s, when I was a burgeoning goth girl, my junior high self would pore over and dogear the J. Crew catalog, dreaming of the days when I could afford their clothes. My memory of the details are hazy, but the clothes really appealed to my ankh-wearing, Depeche Mode listening younger self and fit the…

If something wasn’t relayed to you—an uninvolved party—you probably weren’t told for a reason.

He lost me after “...my trouble with girls.” Nobel prize winning scientists shouldn’t sound like 12 year old boys.

When I was in high school, the nerd boys loved me. I chalked it up to my being a nerd at heart, despite playing the goth girl and they were too smart to be fooled.

I keep seeing this guy’s name and face. Should I be making an effort to figure out who he is?

I had a cat once that I suspected was a reincarnated doting lover from a previous life. I couldn’t sit down anywhere without him wanting to be in my lap. When my mother would visit but I would have to go to work, she said he would stare sadly at the door for an hour after I left, then wait expectantly for the half…

Mine was cool with the scratching post until she discovered the bedroom carpet. I fear for my deposit.

I had a cat chew his way out of a fabric carrier. I have the hard-sided kind only now.

Haha cats can be real dicks. Mine just come running when I take out the bag and meow and dance in expectation of Greenies.

My cats love Greenies.

I think the fake therapist was the part where I went from “reality shows - what else is new?” to “whaaatt?”

Even by reality TV standards, this sounds like some fucked up bullshit.

I can’t sleep in a room warmer than 70 degrees. If I can’t sleep several nights in a row, I become useless at work. If I become useless at work, I get fired. People who have legit problems with my use of AC better be ready to support my unemployed ass.