As in JarJarVanka?

I’ve never watched the show and doubt I ever will, but I can tell you this: that man can jump a fence.  If they ever need someone to do that professionally, they should ask him to try out.

That’s plastic.  Hard plastic, I think, rather than vinyl sheets.

Nope, not sarcasm. I understand that people put a lot of effort into cooking for others, and it can be frustrating when someone can’t eat what you put a lot of care into making. I think you’re probably right about people getting over things, but I also suspect that conditions have to be right for them to try to get…

Yeah, I once ate a sandwich with mayo. The person who made it for me was one of the people I love the most in the world (my high school boyfriend’s mother) when I stopped by for a few minutes while passing through. She made me a sandwich because she loves me, and I just stuffed down my gag reflex and ate the damn…

And dill pickles!

I use vinegar.  There are a lot of flavored vinegars out there that are great substitutes for anything involving mayo.

I’m sorry you get frustrated, really. I know what it’s like, though from the other side. I have numerous allergies and sensitivities to chemicals. When I go out or go to other people’s houses I try to find something I can eat because I hate being a bother. Generally a plain hamburger is available if nothing else at…

It does taste like dish soap.  It’s a genetic thing.  Either it tastes like soap to you or it doesn’t.  Personally, if I wanted soap, I’d go for the real thing and cut out the middleman.

Bleu cheese is mold.  I’m allergic to mold.  I explain this to people and they try to convince me that sure, okay, it’s mold, but it’s GOOD mold.  I should die so people can keep thinking there’s good mold?  I don’t try to make them not eat it because I’m allergic; I wish they’d leave me alone.

Oh my god, mayo. The white glop of death. I have loathed mayo since I was little. I don’t want it on sandwiches. I don’t want it in salads. I don’t want it on my plate. I don’t want it in my house or contaminating my sink or utensils. “How do you eat tuna salad?” people ask. I don’t eat tuna salad, that’s how I eat…

You have NO idea.  

I hate all onions. Cooked onions have taste. I hate that taste. When I’m in a room with cooking onions I have to leave because I can’t breathe. If I stay I start wheezing and feel like I’m going to pass out.

The fuck is the pattern she has on in that picture?  

I went to a small grad school; we all knew each other pretty well. One woman there didn’t like me, which was fine with me, because I found her pretty offensive and rude. The last straw was when I heard her talking about people using the n word. Three years later, I was working in a different city. I had been working…

Its not even fully opaque.  I don’t wear see-through clothing outside the house.

Wow.  It used to be that you had to walk in with a physical script.  Now it has to be electronic?  What do they do if the internet is down?

If I was Lurleen Wallace I’d probably have taken that as my cue to kill him. Seriously. If I was terminal, what would be the downside?

I have weird diseases.  I’m so happy that I’ve finally found doctors who take me seriously and never dismiss what I’m telling them.  I’d so much rather have a doctor tell me that she or he has no idea what’s going on but will work to figure it out than that they tell me that since they don’t know what I have I must be…

I had a job where the lovely store owner let me switch the music from 40s/50s songs (it was appropriate to the store) to classical when I started losing my mind. Still, if I never hear Patsy Cline again it will be too soon. When I was the only one there working in the back I got to put my music in the CD player, which…