Okay, so I know this is about parents making comments, but my parents were actually pretty alright, and they never gave me any guff for my weight. My mom isn’t a hypocrite. If she does say something, it’s in jest-we call each other gordita, to give you an example (for a frame of reference, we are built like Gabby the…

That’s a super huge dick move on your dad’s part. I bet your hair looked fucking rad.

Jane Marie, I’m really sorry about my comment! Somehow it posted as a reply to your thread instead of as a stand alone comment. I hope it doesn’t detract from your original post.
But if it helps, maybe you should try reading ebooks. Like I said, somehow, people steer clear of me when I have my phone in my hands, but a…

My version of self care is as follows:
1) Treat my self to an extra tasty lunch/ dinner.
2) Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeead! Especially if I can do it during the time in which I am actively stressed (For instance, during the quieter parts of my shift), bored (during class), or really, just anywhere and everywhere. I think…

I’m a young adult living her family (grandparents); it’s for financial reasons. If I could live on my own, I would, but housing of any kind is ‘spensive here in Cali, and my job pays me bare bottom minimum wage (I’m also in school right now, so a second job isn’t an option.) The grand plan is for my boyfriend to get a…

All jokes aside though, fuck Darren Paden, fuck his supporters, fuck his son, and FUCK THE GODDAMNED CULTURE THAT ALLOWED THIS SHIT TO HAPPEN AND CONTINUE FOR 6 FUCKING YEARS. And yes, by extension, the entire town of Dearborn, Missouri.
The victim in this case has a long road ahead of her. I don’t know how this will…

I’ve found that to work pretty well. I tend to lean more towards the skeptical side of things, but I can definitely say that saying something along those lines does seem to calm the energy level of a building a bit.

There was this one story that a nurse told me, before she left to work somewhere else.
This one resident (I’ll call her Ginger) was kinda notorious in the sense that more than a few people had experienced things in her apartment. My mom knew Ginger, and said that she was a very sweet lady; however, towards the end of…

It really makes me wonder what that person was thinking. I mean, it’s admired when someone puts their blood, sweat, and tears into a project, but.......not so literally.

Whaaaat? That sounds hilarious!
But uh, while we’re on the subject-do we have any Jezzies out there who can make a story out of this? Because I’d read the shit out of that mystery novel!!!

Yeah no thanks, please don’t pass me your blood paper

This is bringing up some bad memories. The person who sexually abused me would tickle me, even though I hated to be tickled, and had said as much on more than one occasion. He “required” hugs, and when I didn’t want to hug (I am not a huggy person) he would force me into a hug. He would want to take pictures of me…

Would it be counterproductive for me to post my declaration of not caring or......eh, fuck it.

That was just one of the things my mom has encountered there. Me personally, I’ve only dealt with one, maybe two things. If ya’ll want to hear any more stories, just ask.

YAS MY FAVORITE THING ABOUT HALLOWEEN IS FINALLY HERE!!!!!!!!
I’ll probably be stuck in the greys, and this is going to be long, but I still hope that someone reads and gets some enjoyment out of what I’m going to tell ya’ll.
I work in a retirement home as a front desk/ security person. I work the PM shift a few days a…

I like the idea of a timeout chair with a timer! That’s cool. I can do without the condescending sexist bullshit, though. Timeout was bad enough-being reminded that I “needed to remember my place” while being punished would have been too much to bear.

As an avid, lifelong reader, nothing irritates me more when my reading (or drawing, or even when I’m playing my 3ds) is interrupted. Now granted, I don’t get Hulk angry, just mildly annoyed. Unless the person keeps bothering me. I mean, how much clearer does it get? I am participating in a solitary activity. It’s just…

I love this cat. Seriously; she is so fucking cute. My brother actually got me a lil BUB calendar for Christmas.
She is just so damn enchanting.

I remember reading The House on Mango Street for the first time in my freshman year of high school. It was like.......it was like watching a bird in flight. Or a leaf in the wind, but with words. I don’t know how to describe it, but the feeling it gives me is like an ache in my chest, the good kind. It’s wonderful.…