shooflydontbotherme
shooflydontbotherme
shooflydontbotherme

I’m a short girl and on a trans-atlantic flight of sleep-deprived desperation, I stuffed myself under the seat to sleep. When the flight attendant became concerned about my disappearance, my best friend blew her mind to point out there was an adult woman under the seat. I can safely say that this is the roomiest part

The modern parenting atmosphere sides with the “child knows best” rule. I see all sorts of results of letting a child pick and chose their food, whether they take a nap or not, whether they use the potty or not. Children beg for boundaries and parenting, which means making best choices on their behalf whether they

40 stars for AvaLorde? Really Jezebel? I’m disappointed on so many levels. His name was Tiger. I wonder what you dad would have done if your neighbor decided to shoot your animals for fun?

His name was Tiger, he was not feral. I think the only thing that can really be done about this is to avoid handing over money to this clinic in Texas or any Vet who thinks shooting house cats with an arrow is the best thing to do to a cat. Imagine what they do behind closed doors.

Anything sleep-related became an obsession with me, like starving people who obsess about food. With my 1st, getting sleep ruled every day of my life until I let my son cry-it-out at 9 months. It worked in 3 days. It saved my health and my sanity. With my 2nd, it was not necessary, she simply slept for more than 2

Oh yeah, I mentioned the chinese herbal pills because they filled the toilet with blood-red balls when the vomit came up, my cherry on top!

Long time reader, first time writing, bear with me: I had the first and only psychotic crush of my life (17), it took all my self-restraint to not stalk this guy. Picture starving Portuguese teenage angst, swimming green eyes that only steal glimpses of the world, the legs of a soccer player, mind of an artist, I was