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There was a sequel??
Counterpoint? A lot of people who experience depression try to self-medicate and set off a vicious circle. Coke spoons on IG isn’t cool but when you’re wired and feeling brilliant, judgement also gets compromised.
Does that mean you’ve technically done it *counts on fingers* 6 times?
If I can’t compare someone to Hitler for their opinion on reclining on airplanes, I don’t even know why I’m here.
I too used to use elemeno, but I found this great program. through prayer and making amends I have been able to get clean, got my 3 month chip and just got a job as a prep cook. If you ever want to talk, I’m here.
the thing is, you have to go somewhere in order to not be there to make friends, which means actually entering the real world. which is objectively bullshit, especially when you could be getting drunk naked/in pajamas while someone prepares you food and brings it to your door.
Fitting, really, that it’s come to this.
Yeah, its infuriating to read/hear about how people should be teaching for the love of children, rather than money. Like that pays bills.
Proving that later marriage and advanced degrees are the secret to marital success once again!
When my daughter’s father dicked me over with the child support, I took an administrative job in a showroom and unbeknownst to me, one of my duties was to walk their mangy old dog. I hate dogs. Their dog was old and smelly. Ugly too. You best believe I walked that motherfucker and picked up his shit everyday. Fuck yo…
Williams emphasizes, however, that she does not want her clothes to “disappear” women.
If what she calls bra fat and what I call armpit fat are the same thing then fuck yes, let’s do this. Also, fucking armpit fat is such bullshit. I weigh the same as I did in high school but naked I look like a melted candle.
But even if they don’t fuck’em. They are silly little pawns and you deserve better friend’s of friends. Not even for any reason, just because you do.
If you’re ok with it, you’re ok with it. That wouldn’t go over well in my house (but he knows that).
Good luck ridding yourself of the final vestiges of a toxic friend. Sounds like she’s the type to be back for additional rounds.
At a certain point, your husband is an adult and knows exactly what the fuck is going on.
We don’t know each other and I don’t want to get in your business, but in your shoes, if my husband stayed at the event, we should have a (polite) convo about marriage as a team against that kind of bullshit.
This is why I hate people and prefer to hide inside my house with my dogs and my internet.