My dog when I was in high school used to eat used tampons out of the garbage can. I don’t know how that dog lived to be almost 15 fucking years old.

I can’t even deal with the smell of my own fucking tampons directly out of my vag. I don’t even want to consider what 4 day old other people’s tampons smell like.

I used to work at a bookstore. I had a customer tell me that the bathroom was dirty, and someone should take a look at it. That person ended up being me. I walked in, and shit was smeared on the ENTIRE BATHROOM. The wall, the entire toilet seat, the handle, the doors, the floor. To this day, I have no earthly…

My roommate played late 1990's Boy Bands. All the time. On a loop. She had a playlist of like 15 Backstreet Boys, N*Sync, and 98 Degrees songs, and would just play on repeat. This was before iTunes, so everyone used WinAmp (my skin was fucking badass, FWIW). She would leave the room, for hours on end, with the…

When there’s a ton of padding, THERE IS NOWHERE FOR MY BOOBS GO GO. Except out of their casing and into my chin, or to give me the wonderful double boobed look. Fuck Victoria’s Secret. Her goddamn secret is that she has no clue how to make a functional bra.

Bummer. Try online? I think FoH only sells online now.

Agreed very much. They make good bras for large boobs that don’t have padding. VS, my giant knockers don’t need any fucking padding, for fucks sake. They come with enough naturally.

And VS sucks. I haven’t been able to find a bra there for ages. (36 F over here)

This so much. I was distraught when they closed their brick and mortars.

You’re a fucking monster.

I FLAMmed hard as hell on picture day this Wednesday, when my 5 year old spent an hour refusing to put on clothes because deciding was too hard. And again on Thursday when she decided that choosing between pants and shorts was hard, and cried on the toilet for 45 minutes.

I have listened to Blood on the Tracks more than any other album ever, and I still find new things to be in awe of when I listen to it.

I’ll play, my simpatico friend.

My kids’ elementary school teaches proper typing. Thank goodness.

For us, we donate to a different school in our district that I know has a harder time providing supplies. Other than that, we mostly donate via the organization, which collects supplies and then does a full backpack for kids in need. And I always get the real shit. I'm not donating RoseArt.

My biggest problem is that I am a disorganized mess, and lose all the little notes I write myself.

I used to fall asleep taking notes in lectures in college. My notes would look like “Words words words worddddd———_______________flatline”

We actually have done this every year since my kids started elementary. Our district also runs a program for this sort of thing that we also donate to.

This explains why I can’t remember anything that anyone emails me ever.

I can barely write anything anymore without my hand cramping up. Getting old sucks.