It’s a desperate attempt to play the “Well, we were already in the process, so clearly she was cool with everything” card in order to justify his awful behavior. It is—sadly—just an updated version of “and is this what you were wearing” defense that has faded out to allow shit like this in.

Jealous. I loved dolphins and never got my lazy eye to cooperate. Also can’t do 3D-movies; they just give me a headache.

Please no. I need the PNW weather to breathe.

Only related by fear of words: I mentioned in passing to a guy I work with that I have a surgery follow-up, and he asked if I was okay, and I said, “Oh, yeah, just a tubal.” And he looked TERRIFIED that I’d said “tubal.”

If she says it, she has to admit that it’s simply a single piece on a woman and not the only way to decide if they have rights.

My grandma said something similar and basically instilled in me to look for quality over price. Also, “good enough for government work” has to be the best thing she ever said to describe half-assing something.

My grandma’s entire kitchen is done in apples. I am certain she has some apple-themed thing from this catalog, and I am also sure it was gifted to her by someone who wouldn’t balk at the price (grandma’s a penny pincher).

Of course he died. DJ “played by Candance Cameron” Tanner can’t simply divorce a man. What would Jesus say.

Only ‘90s kids are so fucking tired of seeing everyone tell them what ‘90s kids miss. I give this show an episode before they do a very special about the dangers of online bullying on twimblr. Which is like twitter and tumblr and some third thing all shoved together to look like a website.

Because joy needs to be shared with the world, and so does that head cake.

Well, I have a new hobby now.

Having written 2000 words short stories on my phone before (long commute), I can say that not even a computer is entirely necessary if you don’t value your thumbs (you should value your thumbs).

But you KNOW it’s weird, and that’s important.

My dad did that to me! We were visiting family in a small town in the midwest, and the closest place to get dinner out was a restaurant/keno parlor, so Dad bought cards for all us kids to place bets, and then I won something like 50 or 60 bucks, and he refused to give it to me because “I pay for your food.” I was…

I learned to braid on this doll! My grandma came to visit and bought her for me, and we sat on the floor in the hotel room, and she taught me. I will always love this doll.

Hell, yes, 1990 Holiday Barbie. I had this one, and I loved her. She was the height of sparkle.

Congratulations on your recovery so far, and may you keep happy and healthy the rest of your life!

As a fellow Southerner, I feel your pain and applaud the fact you had fun with the card. I’d love to get something like that or send it. My husband and I did a Christmas Card a few years ago, just us standing by a window in our apartment, and a friend added some design-y stuff for us, and it really was a tell of who…

Turned 33 today. Waiting for my dad to call to call me old (as he has done since I was like 22) so that I can make him re-evaluate his life by reminding him HE is also 33 years older. #adultingtheshitoutofthis

I feel the same, and I will openly admit I liked James Deen’s scenes when I saw them, and I liked his look. I was into him enough to seek out his stuff specifically. Now? It’s over. But I’m not going to pretend I magically knew before hand. Too much abuse in my background to pull that bullshit on myself or anyone else.