This is creeping me out, mostly because that looks like me in middle school.

That was me in college. I was diagnosed half-way through my 2nd year. It made me a better student. I was able to read.

I'm white (like Super White: I'm from fucking Switzerland; there's no whiter place). To my knowledge, I've never been called racist. This is probably because when I get drunk, I don't start with the racial epithets. It's really hard to prove you're not anything. Just try to do your best?

FOR REAL! All the nagging and head shaking did nothing to make me want to quit smoking. Did I know that it was bad for me? yup. Did I care? Not until I got serious about my over-all health. Every time I hear someone (my mother) make fun of fat people or tsk-tsk strangers on the street, I like to remember what my 9th…

I didn't know that other people ate Night Cheese. In my house, it usually involves either me or my husband jumping up and exclaiming, "Cheese Snack?" I like Night Cheese better.
Thanks for the reminder, tho. I need to buy some cheddar on the way home.

haha! No, I'm in our nation's Original Capital (OC, if you will), "Where America Starts," Philadelphia.

He loves asking 30 year-olds what kind of 60 year old they want to be. A lot of BS drops. It's no longer about bikinis and the like. Suddenly it becomes about retirement, grandkids, climbing mountains, and seeing Rome.

My husband owns a personal training studio. His first decision was to never have a scale and never talk about weight. It freaks people out when he talks about their health in terms of years, not pounds.

woaw! I didn't even mean to do that. That's it. I can't do anything else grand today; I'm going home.

A co-worker has this hair. I had to go to an out-of-town thing with him this summer. He had managed to get his hair perfectly queefed by 6:30am. It's a strange dedication, indeed.

As a librarian, it is my duty to inform everyone everywhere that the Library of Congress Call Number for the Bible starts with: BS

Proof how much I love my husband? He wears cargo shorts every damn day. Yes, he's a white boy who wears cargo shorts up into December. Also, we don't live in Georgia, or somewhere warm. We live in Philly. Today, it is 45 outside. He is wearig fucking cargo shorts, with his favorite ratty black Nikes, and a fleece…

Because he wants to be a shitty father? My pregnant friend told me about a fairly innocuous book that had tips of how to encourage the father to read to the child. How is that not one of the best parts of having a kid?

If you don't want a baby shower, don't have a baby.

Also weird: gay dudes treated as ladies. I've been to several baby showers where women were only invited...plus all the gay guys in the social group. It's fucking weird. I'm not a gay dude, but if I were it would be hard to not be offended.

I, too, avoided raping people while young. I did bleach and cut my hair while high on mushrooms, gave my bff a blowjob, and ate way too many mozzarella sticks. This was not the same night, but it was the same horrible, confused semester.

PS - I haven't raped anyone as an adult, either!

I had a dream the other night that I married Michelle Obama and that we won the over 40s category in a double at the Head of the Charles (we rowed a boat real fast). It was spectacular.

You don't have to do yoga, but if you're doing any kind of physical activity (i.e. living), you should be stretching. Any kind of muscle warm-up will help.

Please tell me that "L" is for "Lesbian Shit-asses"

Who is hanging out with this dickhead dudes?? I have a lot of male friends, a brother-in-law, a husband, and some brothers. I guess because I don't hang out with assholes, I don't hear this sort of talk? I'm not super pretty or skinny. I don't wear makeup. I'm taller than most men, let alone women. I have bushy…