Trump is only pro-HIS-life. Fuck everyone else.

Well, isn’t that what Trumpistan does to Bad Hombres Mujeres?

Right? Then they’ll villify her for “ZOMG ANCHOR BABY!” and accuse her of being a mooch if she requires govt assistance.

I’m in Westchase. Drinks (alcoholic or not) and ears still available. Email is my username ^^ at gmail. Seriously. Even if you just need to vent about not-cancer-stuff. :-)

I’m in Houston if you need a drink and an ear. (The ear will remain attached to my head, but it listens well.) I say this because MD Anderson is here it’s often regarded as one of the top cancer hospitals. I got my patient number tattooed inside my wrist about 6 months after my NED.

I frequently refer to certain facial expressions as “Black Hole Sun” face.

Damn, that was way better than the one I had in mind.

Amen and I’ll send 5+ NED juju. I’m just out of that window now but when people say “cured” I want to smack the word out of their mouths. HUSH, YOU! DO NOT TAUNT THE BEAST!

Where’s my “I chose not to have kids, buy me shoes!” present?

Exactly. You chose to produce crotchfruit. You went in willingly. I didn’t ask my brain to go haywire and decide to never.shut.down.

A trip to Walmart on a Saturday is enough to throw a “Thank God I Had a Hysterectomy!” party.

A friend of mine believed I hated kids for the longest time. I don’t hate kids. I’ve just never wanted any. I thought her head was going to explode the first time she saw me with my friend’s toddler, running around, being silly, having a great time. I think my friend thought I went around kicking babies in the face…

Bring Kiddo to Shake Shack! Those fries are the bomb! Kiddo will dig ‘em. Just please don’t let Kiddo continually run around like a running-around-type-thing, shrieking at that ear-bleeding decible level. I get that Kiddos are quick little things and may take off now and again but please don’t just let ‘em go…

Oh god, yes. I don’t like talking on the phone on a good day. But when little Sprout is having a goddamn meltdown and your portion of the conversation is: “Stop, I’m on the phone...yes, I see it, stop poking it. No, no NO! Put that down!” then maybe text me later.

Alright, if we’re gonna do the one-up thing, here’s one for you.

As someone who has had cancer (and doesn’t anymore— I use “veteran” over “survivor” but rarely use either), I’m really sick of people telling me I “kicked cancer’s ass” or that people in treatment are “kicking cancer’s ass.”

All of the stars for you. My coworker and I always yell “ENHANCE!” at one another when we’re working together.

I’m happy to hear it hasn’t aged well. I didn’t think it looked that great in it’s prime.

Nail on the head. And also why I quit “Girls” early in the first season. Carrie and Hannah are absolutely insufferable. A post-it breakup was far too good for either of them.

I like you.