I am still somehow friends with someone from high school on facebook, simply I think to enjoy the shadenfreude. She and her husband are starting a youtube channel about their lives because they feel really super special that they are two workings adults with a child and it’s hard. The kid is perfectly healthy, normal,…

The decrease in ham consumption is really the big problem with the Bleak Mid-Winter

The only reason I got through the PTSD shit show of this year is weed. Sure ativan can get me through the panic attacks too, but it’ll knock me out the whole day if I take it. Pot knocks the voices down and takes the crippling physical response with it and I’m back to base in a half hour.

Tequila hedgefund something something money money quintessentially british looking human. Yes. 

My boyfriend woke me up one morning and went ‘I had a terrible nightmare. I was dating Sarah Huckabee Sanders’. Every so often I still console him for this treacherous act of his subconscious.

Someone on the el was playing it the other day, so yes, I think it’s phone based now too?

It’s rubbish and stupid. I found a similar thing—my opinions on a huge number of things were discredited because I wasn’t in an ‘adult’ relationship.

Ugh, the ‘real’ concept of relationships and adulthood. My late husband’s family never considered our relationship ‘real’ because we weren’t married for most of its 13 years. The sister who got married after three months, that was a real relationship.

One of my friends went to see this and posted on facebook about how much she liked it and that it demonstrated that women in groups get.shit.done.

Facebook is the f’ing worst for grief. I never look at my ‘this day’ blah blah blah, because I never have, and now I really just don’t want to be reminded.

I used to want a nice looking winter coat. I wanted it to fit well and look presentable.

I have a long parka that more or less resembles a down sleeping bag with arms. I got it on an Eddie Bauer sale and between it and my work boots it’s my most valued piece of clothing. I spend a stupid amount of time outside waiting for trains and subways, walking to get to public transportation. My work doesn’t close…

My eyes are making a clicking sound from not being able to roll any further back into my head. 

I would also like to be lazy and watch those movies. But I can’t because there’s shit to get done. 

My late husband, for all the good things, was the f’ing worst at this. Trash was his thing. It was his job.  But every time he took it out he’d go ‘YOU’RE WELCOME’

Do any of you subscribe to skin care or make up boxes? I’m kind of futzing around with subscribing to a box for one of them, but I haven’t decided on which one is worth it. Ones you love? Ones you hate? Which ones are worth while?

Mary Berry!

LIES

This is a hard point of view to stick to, since large numbers of professions put a woman at above a .00001% chance they’ll end up harming their baby. I work a relatively highly regarded job that you probably wouldn’t think would put a baby at risk, and the last woman who was pregnant was told she had to stop working a…

It’s always nice to hear from folks in similar situations, any sort of barometer is good to have. I’m glad things are going well for you, even if navigating the step-son sounds like a challenge to be tackled slowly.