I am sorry that he passed away. 

Not my story but I witnessed it.

Summer, 1992: I’m asked by my boss to escort a candidate for a tech position to her office from the front door of our offices. I do. Over the next three years we become such good friends everyone thinks we’re dating.
Summer, 1995: we move in together (after dating for about two weeks)
Winter, 1997: reader, I married him.

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I used to be his boss. When his wife left him, I listened to him navigate 50/50 parenting and learning to live apart from his ex-wife for the first time in almost 20 years. We always had good energy together as co-workers, but due to the fact that he’s a redneck and I’m a pretty liberal dark-skinned Indian woman, I…

Met Mr. Penguin working at a local grocery store. He was working in the frozen department, I was working as a front end manager for the checkers, and we interacted because we would have to call department help at times when it got really busy.

I really dislike most coworker romances because they push their icky sweet couple ambiance in the office environment - whether they want to or not. And they think it’s a secret when really, everybody knows. Also the gossip can get hand out of hand fast. There’s a reason you don’t shit where you eat.

I’m not going to go into the details, but it was full-on debauch. An artist friend there gave me some [redacted] and I’d never had it before but it was really great. There was dancing and drinking and great philosophical conversations and smoking and stuffing my [redacted] full of [redacted] and just hanging out…

I didn’t get everything, but I’m a U.S. expat living in Ireland for awhile now. The dad does have an exceptionally thick accent; Cahersiveen is out west in Kerry, a relatively rural area, that would have a long history of Gaeilge (Native Irish, distinct from Gaelic/ Scots Gaelic, Welsh, etc ). In essence, he said:

“He…

I’ve followed him on CNN and I agree. We need more Donie!

My father’s Irish accent was even thicker — and his voice was really deep so basically no one could understand him. My mother wasn’t much better but she often served as translator when my father would speak to someone.

I’m sorry, WHAT?!

seriously, why do Republicans insist on fucking with AOC? Have any of them learned their lessons yet? PLEASE let her teach a class to incoming Democrats on torching asshole Republicans on Twitter—heck, I’d attend that if I could. It would be like Eddie Van Halen teaching Intro to Guitar.

It’s all just so sad.

Slightly off topic, but witness AOC burning the Zodiac Killer to the ground on Twitter:

White privilege is a helluva drug. 

Gayle said her lawyer tried to tell her to take it off before the interview and she refused.

“Resistance Barbie” is a very sick little burn, 10 points to Tavi.

My husband has major depressive disorder and years ago he decided to stop taking his medication. Our relationship went from great to hanging by a thread in a matter of months. He’s been back on it since then and doing quite well, but I have immense empathy for people whose partners refuse their treatment in these…

My father is bipolar and was absolutely terrifyingly volatile, but my mother chose him every step of the way. When he would have a tantrum over the most minute things, it was either my or my sister’s fault for “upsetting him” and had to apologize (usually it was me.) When he was euthymic again he claimed to either not…