Ugh, Facebook is the devil.

Honestly, I think your instincts to cut him off and focus on yourself sound like good ones, and ones I wish someone had pushed me to follow earlier. For me, the feelings of sadness anger worry at first were pretty constant but it definitely always got worse when I contacted him, and so after awhile I had to have a…

I have to second your advice! I had plans figured like this, exactly. I knew what apartments I liked and could afford and what the minimum salary I needed was to get them. I applied for 2-3 jobs a day (depending on what the cover letter required, and if it was a totally new kind of cover letter I'd just focus on that…

I hear you. I've been sick (often literally) with anxiety ever since I graduated because my "safety net" is a borderline-abusive environment. So far I've been able to avoid moving back, and might not ever need to, but the possibility alone is enough to shatter my peace of mind. I *wish* I had this mythical…

I'm finally feeling alive again after being sick for another spell. That means I can work on art projects! I haven't drawn for such a long time that thinking about how long it has been makes me feel panicked. Instead I've been taping paint color sample cards to the wall of my room whenever my gut feels well enough.…

Honestly, just live and learn, and try not to beat yourself up about it. Assuming you have a clean bill of health, just chalk it up to experience (after all, this is your first time being single since 19!). The kind of guy who whines about wearing a condom and pressures you like that is EXACTLY the kind of guy who…

You go to school full time? Voila! No doubt there are some sweet clubs you can join. Anything. I've found that one of the places people are the most consistently friendly is in partner-dance lessons (tango, blues, salsa, etc;) which have the added bonus of forced interaction and giggling at yourself for being unable…

In all seriousness, I've made some of the best friends that anyone could ask for through improv. I signed up for class on a whim because I wanted to have fun and expand my social circle and I did both of those things on the first day.

This made me smile today.

OMG. I bled thru my tampon and onto my (don't ask my why I was wearing them) white pants and my 7yr old daughter became *quite* concerned. So I pulled out "A Child is Born" - my go-to book on where babies come from - and opened the first few pages about women's systems and simply explained that mommy's body gets ready…

I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die.

My four year old daughter had been at me for months about the "things" I carry in my purse.

I am 27 years old. I manage to bleed through a tampon and ruin a pair of panties at least once a month. And it's not because I bleed heavily randomly. I just forget to change my tampon every 3-4 hours during my heavy day. But I do so EVERY SINGLE MONTH.

This is one of those cases where the big bucks spent by the folks in first class or those frequent flyers who get upgrades really does trickle down. Airfare is tons less expensive than in the glamorous days of classy air travel that are tiresomely idealized. If you want a cheap ticket ( I sure do), than stop grousing…

A-fucking-men. There's an amazing Eeyore-like cloud of doom that hangs over Albany at all times.

I did that. On top of her being physically/emotionally/verbally abusive and manipulative, my mom would take the vast majority of my paychecks so she could pay her bills. She's living in a home she can't afford, but she would rather take her kids' money to pay her bills because she doesn't want her friends to know her…

Neither one of us would have clicked if it hadn't been labeled "terrifying"!

That would tie in with persistent reports that a corgi was wedged under the brake pedal ...

...in the conservatory with the candlestick.

Coming from a family of Maine fishermen and lobstermen as I do, I am somewhat sympathetic to the small fisherman's plight. It's already pretty darn hard to eke a living up there.