i live in the burgh, though i’m not from here, and i just realized (because i’m a white person) that “yinzer” is white-specific. i usually use to to point out people with strong pittsburgh accents, which after 9 years is still the most bizarre accent in the US, or some sort of urban version of white trash. which, yes,…

my sister is a huuuuge hypochondriac for herself and her kids, and my 8 year old nephew is a major overreactor. he doesn’t fake injuries or illness, but he absolutely learned to obsess over any tiny complaint.

i dunno...my parents didn’t explain everything to me, but when they gave me an answer, i respected it. and most importantly, i respected them.

wind river.

hey, how are you dealing with it, and is there anything any friends or family can say/do to help? or at least make it feel less shitty?

i’m legitimately concerned about this. my husband and his family are naturalized citizens, and when trump was elected, he told me this was something he worried about. and i, not believing such a thing could happen in the 21st century, tried to tell him that it wouldn’t happen.

ugggghhhh...i know they make more off online games, but single player games have to still be profitable, right? anyone know?

yeah. i played ESO for a few months, but i couldn’t handle the fact that things are always (for obvious reasons) resetting and i never felt like i made any progress and it got extremely boring.

so when i was in law school, i went to the student health center for paps, and i had to have a bunch of stuff done because i had a few abnormal paps.

i’ve actually had nightmares that consisted of what happened to her. it is terrifying, and i cannot imagine anyone thinking that she overreacted.

that’s precisely how i felt about it...that the monster was some combination of paranoia, xenophobia, lead poisoning, starvation, and scurvy.

i really felt the “not incur any more suffering” line.

my husband and i were in miami, staying in a south beach hotel no less, in february.

hah, back when i straightened my hair, i was always very up front with a new stylist that i was willing to do a lot of work to maintain a style. i own horrifically expensive brushes and hair dryer, and i am excellent at a self blowout.

dude, i go to a curly hair guy now. he only cuts curly hair. he cuts my hair dry first, then shampoo and product, and then air dry, and then a final cut.

this sounds like how i get when i fall down a rabbit hole of a new game. i’m guessing it’s some sort of reaction to the massive amounts of dopamine that gaming gives me, so that when i’m not playing, i get very irritable and distracted and all i want to do is go play again. my husband notices it, and will comment,

i was in south beach a few months ago, and i was outside reading in a patio area of our (dog-friendly) hotel. a guest walked his boston terrier through the patio to the beachwalk, and the dog pooped while walking. like, he paused and slowly waddled along, pooping. the guy just tugged the leash, didn’t turn around, and…

i echo leesie...i totally had puppy depression last year with my second dog (he was actually about a year). he wasn’t really housetrained and he chewed on everything and wouldn’t settle and just paced all the time.

no name change. i get annoyed by the assumption that i changed my name, actually. i didn’t think i would, but it bothers me that i get cards from family (like birth announcements) that use my husband’s last name. sure, i didn’t announce it loudly that i wasn’t changing my name, but would it kill you guys not to…

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