Huh. You mean they get asked all the time if/when they want kids? Just like my partner and I? How cool that we have something in common with them, even though we couldn't possibly be as adorable as they are.

I think you live in my building. Actually, I think we have the same neighbors. Or you're actually in my head?

Am I the only one who can't stand Adele's voice?

Am I the only one who had to google "jorts"??

A-freakin'-men! You couldn't pay me enough!!

My lockscreen-

My jailbroken (obviously) iPhone's homescreen. I like the simplicity of no widgets on the homescreen, just icons— I have notifications and weather widgets on the lockscreen instead (via LockInfo and NCSettings).

Not if your iPhone is jailbroken! :)

Hated Friends. They're all SO annoying, and I couldn't get past the non-reality of their lives— that apartment in NYC? They barely work? Give me a break!

What a great example of cultural appropriation! Send it to HanziSmatter for translation—

I don't get the appeal of using splintery, dirty pallets to build stuff. And unless you sand the wood like crazy everything made with pallets (i.e. crap on Pinterest), looks like crap.

that's where I'm coming from, bluezen! equality AND seeing some awesomely sexy athletic women!

Could we have some athletic women's bodies to admire in this feature?

It is truly the best way to deal with a chronically late friend. We have a good friend who is a fantastic guy but is chronically HOURS late. We invite him over for dinner at 6, he gets there at 8. Says he'll meet us at 1pm, will show up at 4pm. So we started to give him much earlier times (4pm for dinner etc.), and…

like I said, I usually don't want to talk to people on an airplane. Is there a pleasant way to say "don't hog my space" without being confrontational? The cost of having a potential conflict with someone when you have to sit next to them for hours seems too much.

Not really a horror story— but these are both so frequent, they really drives me nuts.

I find music to be VERY distracting when I'm running. It messes with my pace (yes, I know you can pick music for your pace, but I want to listen to music I like), and breaks the wonderful peaceful silence of running. Without music, running is probably the closest I'll come to meditation— just my breathing and…

And I'm sure feminist bumperstickers are included as well!