#FREELOLITA

This morning I woke up and under my pillow was my cat! I can’t tell if he likes the pressure of my head pushing a pillow into his body while he sleeping or if he’s trying to get me to unknowingly suffocate him while I sleep so that he can frame me for his murder Gone Girl style to teach me a lesson. Really hard to…

But looooooook at his cute wittle face. From afar. Through binoculars.

Yep. This.

I think I was in junior high the first time a guy because verbally abusive and started yelling at me (it was even in a library) because I wasn't interested in him.

I met a guy at a party recently. He kept striking up a conversation with me even though it was clear (to me) that I wasn’t interested. At first, he said “wow - you’re a tough nut to crack!”, then “you seem so reserved - it must be difficult to get to know you, but I want to try! Say, Tuesday night?” (I said no). A…

EXACTLY! I’m not leading you on, being coy, or playing hard to get. I’m Afraid!!

POTO has been running through my veins continuously since I was 14. It is part of my anatomy and I will love it forever.

I believe my father used to tell me, “Well, dalila, you’re not Sarah Brightman”.

A friend of mine has a great response for that:

It’s interesting you feel that way (genuinely, no snark), because I’ve always thought this was a weird issue because I really don’t give a damn. So long as we can get stalls with walls/doors that actually go down to the floor (like in the UK), I’m a happy camper. I don’t care about washing my hands next to a guy. I do…

I’m not buying it. If they loved it so much, then why weren’t they tweeting about it?

We had to do that too, provide the information as they requested only to have the bastards never read it, then ask for the same information 3 more times before it gets into their system... Then they claimed we didnt have insurance on the home 3 times and put their insurance on it AFTER we sent email and fax proof of…

Phantom was, thanks to my mother, a significant part of the soundtrack of my youth. As a teenager getting into prog-rock (Rush, Floyd, later King Crimson and Yes), I remember being taken aback at the descending chromatic motif in Pink Floyd’s sidelong inner space voyage “Echoes,” wondering if ALW had ripped it off…

Yeah, I can see that. Actually, that might be a good post for first time buyers: the features you overlook and end up regretting. Although I guess it varies from person to person.

“Except I’m in a movie that’s representing a whole other group of disenfranchised people who have no voice in the world and this movie means so much to them.

“The Night of 1,000 Feels”.

I get misty. Then I get a little jealous (because my father was a garbage father and is a garbage person). Then I get happy again because my husband is an excellent father and my kids are so happy to spend time with him.

My body was essentially toxic after giving birth because I was on a ventilator with a million IVs and God know what sedatives, antibotics, and other drugs coursing through my veins. The first day I was able to communicate I asked a nurse (I was in ICU) if I could breastfeed. She smiled and patted my arm and told me to…

But isn’t that literally what your breasts are for? They’re not just there for decoration and fun! They have a function!