Indeed, and while I support that logic he was also less than five miles from home. Which, even drunk, one can walk in about an hour. Not comfortably, mind you. I mean, I'd hate to do it. It would suck. But...

ALL the nopes.

While I get that...it's vegan. That means no animal products at all.

^^^ALLLL this. Ugh.

For a touch there, he sounded like a bot. Then I realized he's just uneducated enough to not catch the blatantly bad autocorrects. *sigh*

So. Many. Ways to fuck up. And they've done them all.

There are so many ways in which FedEx fucks up, why choose just this one?

So. Pretty. *petting that sweet fuzzy head*

I was going to say. Some of those things...well, they're bigger than a breadbasket.

*nod nod nod*

I have self harm scarring. People occasionally do things they don't repeat, and those things should not be held against them, if all indications are that currently they're not likely to do them again.

Not saying this is what's going on with your friend, but to me "cravings, mood swings, sore breasts" sound like a bog standard case of PMS. Or, if they're really severe, PMDD. Which sucks, but is nothing to get one's hopes up about.

Starring for your use of Jean-Luc Picard.

EEEewwwwWWWWwwwww. I fucking hate that. Did I give permission for them to touch me? NO. Damn it...

But...some of those are amazingly cute and need an outing.

I'm legit worried about that second cat.

And why not? That tone of voice, those piercing eyes...she's flawless. *grin*

You can't bleach hair grey. Hair doesn't work that way. ;) What you're probably seeing is bleached blond, in low light photography, which greys the tone out a bit.

Benelux Crimpastiche.

Benificent Cucumbersnatch.