“Could be worse - I used to spend my disposable income on cocaine!” *drop mic, exit stage left*

I am not the most helpful, because the job I had was not fully telecommute so I lived in the area and went in four days a week. I had two really cool interviews a couple weeks ago, though (didn’t get either job) where they mentioned that they also allow telecommuting one day a week. So I will stick to three and four.

My boss put in his notice last week; I was asked to fill in as the interim in his position (which I would like, because fuck you evil Dean; also, full time and better than the monopoly money I’m getting now) and then he rescinded his two weeks because the job he was leaving for doesn’t give benefits and he has kids.…

Yeah, I agree. I do think that we should have a reverence for living beings that give up their lives so that we can eat or learn or whatever (though I’m not going to thank the soul of this beet because there are limits) but “agonizing and heartbreaking” in particular does not strike me as meaning “I am treating this…

My adulting is hanging on by a thread. One more setback and I’m going to make a blanket fort, haul in my new coloring book and markers, stick my thumb in my mouth, and refuse to come out.

It’s almost as though it’s not about babies or fetuses (fetii?) or life but rather about how horrible women are, wanting rights and shit, and not wanting to be baby factories!

I’m 6’4” (and female but I assume male stalls have the same problem). I don’t actually enjoy standing up and seeing over the top of the door because it is right at my eye level. And I’ve been in a couple of super weird bathrooms where the dividers/doors were even lower than that. So that’s fun.

It’s such a bullshit thing, the way we present abortion as a society. Laws are made to restrict access because the perpetrator of the crime (let’s face it, people who want restrictions think it’s a crime) “might feel guilty” about having an abortion. No one has suggested that waiting periods for gun sales, say, are…

OMG, the chair thing is THE WORST. Mine does that too - at restaurants. I’m like “they’re waiters! They didn’t sign up for your obstacle course of not realizing that chairs can be moved! Stop being a dick!”

I hadn’t gotten to googling it myself yet, but I had the feeling that might be one of the rats in this story. Since it hasn’t been highlighted as such in this article, I assume it’s not Bob Jones University levels of churchy, but I have to say, I have a pretty good idea how this happened now. And that’s sad.

Okay, legit advice: take the doors off the cabinets. (This is not a good idea if you have a cat.) But seriously, I have seen some very visually-appealing open-front cabinets, and my mom has a glorious pantry that makes me feel happy every time I see it: It is literally a 4X4 and 5 8 ft 1x12s. I can see at a glance…

I love Airedales, they are best dog. :) And sometimes, I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE. Because he’s fun to be with, he engages with conversation, and we share a lot of interests? And he’s gone further out of his way to pick up my hobbies (costuming, conventions, Steampunk, and Toastmasters, though we joined that together)…

When I was at uni, I lived with the classic Italian male who never learned to clean anything. In his defense, he also never learned to cook anything either, because I will tell you right now, tuna, bourbon, and sugar do not make an appropriate topping for pasta and that was his ONE THING HE COOKED (he did not cook…

My best guess is that the fact he works at a hospital is why he thinks the recycling has to be clean enough to perform surgery with, but doesn’t consider the sink, because he washes the damn frappucino cups and then can’t figure out that a) they have to clean them anyway; b) DON’T LEAVE THE SINK FULL OF WHIPPED CREAM.

By not paying attention. I almost married my college boyfriend, but I wanted to go out a lot more than he did, and that would have been frustrating. And I don’t mean like “out to a club” or whatever, just I like long drives and new restaurants and art house movies and going places and he does not. Any relationship…

I’m a big fan of the belief that pretty much whatever you’re into, you’ll find someone out there for you who’s either also into that or doesn’t care one way or the other, but then I go turn off more lights, put a towel in the hamper, explore the exciting possibilities of why he filled the sink with stale whipped cream…

I DON’T KNOW, but if you find out, let me know, because my boyfriend has a habit of leaving lights on in rooms that he is done with because I guess I pay the electric bill (we live separately) with my glorious personality rather than actual money that I have to actually earn? I am terrified of what I will come back to…

I know someone like that. What she does is work on becoming a really advanced alcoholic and managing other people’s lives. They don’t have kids. And no, her husband is not happier - because he feels guilty that she doesn’t work, doesn’t have constructive hobbies, and every time he even dares suggest she do something,…

Because I am a giant asshole, I was working bar in my college in England, which has as a founding bequest the finest whiskey cabinet possibly in Oxford (we had 37 single malts when I left, including a couple of REALLY rare ones - as in, there were six bottles in the county).

I think a lot of people are painting this as a traitor-to-the-heritage issue when it should be an indicator of your personal level of honesty. I mean, Bill Clinton would have gotten more support from me and my social/family circles if he’d gotten up and said “Yeah, I had sex with her, and it was great!” rather than…