Old man splooge isn't what it's cracked up to be.

I go for reducing the appearance of large shoulder size paired with large breasts. V lines for me, because when I wear something closer to the face, it just looks like an AWFUL lot of real estate is covered with material, lol. (Thanks for the tips. I never stopped to think it out.)

I'm in a bind. My face tends toward oblong, so I'm supposed to wear a ballet or other type of wide-ish shoulder, but I have shoulders like a football player, so I am supposed to wear V neck or scoop neck, (also because I have large breasteses) and then my nose is growing about a cm. for every month that I'm alive, so…

I'm going a little further. I wear a sandwich board anytime I'm with people, that's says, "I'm fucking FABULOUS and beautiful!"* *Also, dying to sit down.

EXACTLY what I say. There may be one or two family members that you just mix like oil and vinegar together, but if it's most or all of them...the problem is with you, my friend. Why these people don't get this is beyond me. Or maybe that's the exact sort of people who would have terrible insight.

My father had all four of his children estranged from him for decades. He lost two sons before he died, but my remaining brother and I remained estranged. The reason WAS narcissism. HIS.

It became that, but really, when she was telling it, it seemed so awkward, weird and she seemed so vulnerable to be sitting there nude and this guy was just so weird. It was one of those things where she went along with it far too long so you don't piss someone off, or embarrass them at the expense of *your*…

Oh my dog, you are my long lost twin! I can't think of a thing you suggest that is not how I handled my own children. I love you, I love you, I love you!

Well I had to look THAT up, lol. It looks interesting. I can imagine that would be about it. The poor idiot guy probably thought he was the answer to women's dreams, and not the cause of women still ragging on him about his mad sex skillz 35 years later.

You know those long, thin Fritos (corn chips)? When I was a little kid, I would take the best shaped chips and would dip them into a little bean dip and apply it to my nails like tips. Then I would eat my wonderfully delicious nails.

Yeah, but we just had to wear our colors/chapter: "HELL'S ANGELS" and wallets on long chains and a tasteful weapon. It really does get you in places you normally couldn't go though.

What sets me teeth on edge are the long french-tipped (fuck capitalizing that bastardization of a term) toenails. It takes me back to childhood where my mean aunt had mean chihuahuas and they would toddle across the vinyl kitchen floor, click, click, click, click.

Brain shocks! OMG. I didn't even know there was such a thing until I decided the whole thing wasn't working for me. I just quit taking it, and coincidentally a few days later I was Googling, "Why do I feel shocks in my brain when I turn my head or move my eyes quickly?" BOOM!

Yes, same type of thing! Just somehow bordering on abusive, but I can't quite put my finger on it. (I hate to throw around such serious words so easily, but it really brought up those types of feelings.) Neither my girlfriend nor I were exactly hot-house flowers, we've done and seen our fair share of fuckery, but…

I had a terribly sympathetic cry fest with my old BFF over a weird guy like this. When it's obvious where all their making-out was going, they start for his bedroom. He pulls back the covers, motioning her to get in, and she did. Then, in front of the several full length mirrors he had in the bedroom, he does a strip…

Redacted because I have someone a little weird here, that I don't want to know these things.

Good luck, girl! I wish I could be around to see how she progresses/regresses with time. Look out for yourself. XOXO!

My DIL came here from her homeland in Poznan Pl, and she came in my room one day waving a bottle, saying, "Really funny, you guys!" She had run across some "polish remover" in my daughter's bathroom.

Oh lordy mercy! I would have cut that loose a while back, lol. I just can not STAND drama. To be clear, I don't mean drama like when a friend is sick, going through a nasty divorce, or any other kind of hard time in their lives. I spend extra time with them, but they are not innately dramatic, they just hit a rough…

Oh I know what you mean. My father (was the toxic guy)and though we were almost completely estranged, and he really fucked his kids up, there is still a sadness and I do have positive memories. I think the sadness comes from knowing he never could make it right, never, never, never. We kids so often thought he…