Yep. Same thing happened to me - but in 4th grade. There were no boobs to speak of, but it didn’t stop the ‘titty twisters’. Ugh, that feels gross to type.

I’ve never heard of half these shows, so I keep getting confused whether the options are trying to describe a possible real life situation or a show. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

My dad’s like that. He’s always been obese, and yet always finds the need to point out ‘people who make him look small’. Like, okay, yeah. There are other overweight people out there. But maybe, just maybe, dad, you should try focusing on making yourself happy with your own body instead of shaming others.

Yeah, unfertilized embryo is not a thing. It’s either an egg, or, once fertilized, an embryo. I respect journalists, because they do a thing I am totally incompetent at, but at the same time when most journalists try to use scientific terms or analyze recent studies, it’s just... a bit off.

Amen to that.

I only wear scrubs and pajama pants now, pretty much. I put on jeans maybe once or twice a week. IDGAF. I’m good at my job, my patients are well cared for, and I’m doing well at school. What do pants have to do with success?

A few hours is a long time to stay committed to a game of hide and seek. Were you just afraid of them knowing that you knew?

I recently got a little drunk, called my brother, and berated him for about an hour on the racist shit he says. I told him I am ashamed of him and I don’t understand how he can take pleasure out of being mean to others.

Gah, tell me your water wasn’t broken for those 49 hours. Because that’s getting towards a scary risk of infection.

Well... sometimes. =/

But that’s literally what they do. They own what they’ve done. When I was living in Germany working as a nurse for severely disabled children, one of the first things said to me was how during the Holocaust people like the ones I was working with were killed. Now they’re treated like actual humans beings and at least…

Just commenting to say I love the username.

If you wipe your shitty butt and immediately touch your phone, still poor hand hygiene.

I just took this as an announcement that she has poor hand hygiene.

I had my purse stolen once. I had like 20 dollars and my damaged license in there they maybe sold to some dumb undergrad. But they also had my car key, so my mom had to drive from an hour away because she had the spare for some brilliant reason and at about the same moment my pet rat died. My boyfriend called and told…

I once found half an earwig in the mouthpiece of my camelbak. And one on my neck.

I once spray painted a pair of shoes because they needed to be solid black for work and I just couldn’t give up the fantastic arch support I already had.

...is that an old people thing? Because I definitely say that. I’m 24.

If nursing hurts, consider seeing a lactation consultant (ideally one should stop by in the hospital after your baby is born). Chances are the problem is in the latch.

I’m just outside Detroit so maybe it’s more of a regional than national thing, but I get pissed when people walk into my house with their shoes on. I know the house is incredibly disorganized, but I’m not down with that shoe filth.