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LitHag
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Whatever. Fuck these people and their fucking gadgets. I'm not here to throw shade on you if fitness isn't your thing. So move along if you watch HoC while eating a tub of tres leches cake. Life is short, I'm glad you found your way to forget we are all headed to the grave.

Frighteningly enough, I have read an entire book about the colour mauve, and I liked it. Did you know mauve was invented in 1859? Let me talk at you about it all day.

There was a similar thread and a guy came in to huff about all his man chores. Most of them consisted of waiting around for something to happen. He took the car in to get repaired. He took the garbage out. He mowed the lawn every couple weeks in the summer. He showed his wife what button to press on the remote.

I never had kids, but I finally, at 45-ish, decided to stop having relationships with men, and my life has been pretty blissful ever since. I know there are great, supportive, smart men out there, but I was never able to find one who wasn't more trouble than he was worth. There were emotional issues. There was

Single mom here, with a perhaps unpopular opinion. My life is actually easier post-divorce. My ex thought he did enough of the house work and child care, but to him that meant giving the baby a bath maybe once a week, doing the dishes once in a blue moon, and running to the store when we ran out of something. I find

I'm in the unique position of not cringing one bit at this. Because as of yet I haven't heard a poop-related hookup story worse than my own.

So I told what I thought was the one story I had that was spooky story worthy. But then this happened over Christmas:

Ahhhh!! I've been waiting all year for this feature. I don't really have any ghost experiences, but I have had bizarre dreams involving dead people from my life. I had a lot of dreams involving my grandmother after she died, but the most recent one happened about a month ago. I dreamed that I was meeting my entire

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