slf721
Sticky Little Fingers
slf721

I get food obsessions - not so much anymore, but all the time when I was growing up.

I simply do not understand this. I've been tweezing my 1" wide, ear-to-ear unibrow every single day for 40 years and not a SINGLE hair has decided to just give up and stop coming back. WTF?

The night of my seventh grade dance, I got myself all made up to be beautiful and attempted to go out like that. It was 1979. I was wearing hot pink blush in stripes up my cheeks, navy blue eyeshadow from lash to brow, and purple gloppy lipstick. I was also doused in Love's Baby Soft.

Ronan Farrow tweeted "Joni Ernst delivering response in the style of an in-flight safety video."

I went off the pill when I turned 35, and was suddenly plagued with ever-worsening migraines, hayfever and sinus problems. I was pretty much down for the count from mid-August until November each year. I also wound up with ever-worse periods (huge gross clumps, heavy heavy blood, lasting 2 weeks).

I understand. My Dad had a stroke two years ago. I've saved the last voicemail I got from him before the stroke, but I have never been able to listen to it. He can talk still, but his brain function is dramatically reduced. I've kept every voicemail he's left me since then.

This is no joke. I sat behind a lady a few weeks ago, and the stench she laid was unreal. I had to cover my head with my scarf for 20 minutes until it was safe.

Afternoon Delight came out when I was in 4th grade. We spent quite a bit of time whispering about what it was really about.

Afternoon Delight is a wonderful song! What's the matter with you?

Uh oh. I do indeed sit in that circle (hangs head in shame). A properly aged circus peanut is a wonderful thing (they must be quite stale to be perfect, like peeps).

Saw it this weekend after stalking it for about three years (through pre-prod via Facebook).

I wish Muslims in the US weren't so terrified of getting killed and would fight as hard as the Satanists. Florida would go screaming yellow bonkers if they had to hand out coloring books about Islam and Korans and had displays for Eid or Ramadan in the courthouse.

When I got my first very own all to myself office, I walked in humming Let The River Run and felt very proud of myself.

I'm not proud of this, but I'm not ashamed either.

My stepfather is Italian and loves hot spicy stuff. I took him to an Indian restaurant and he ordered Vindaloo. Waiter told him it was very hot and asked if he was sure. Stepfather got all puffed up and told waiter to make it extra hot.

When my niece was 12 (two years ago), she told me that all the girls in her science class always made sure to bring big sweatshirts to wear in class because the teacher was a huge lech and liked to stare at their chests and make gross comments. I pitched an enormous fit, but no one thought there was anything odd or

Fox & Friends was outraged because those evil Muslins are forcing the good Christian Americans to not have Christmas on the calendar and isn't that awful? There is freedom of religion, and that means that Christians should have their holidays on the calendar. Note: freedom of religion does not apply to evil Muslins

When I was growing up in CT in the 70s, the town decided that if the Jewish population hit 3%, they would have a school holiday on Yom Kippur. We never hit that percentage when I lived there. The town's main Priest didn't believe in Vatican II and still taught that the Jews killed Jesus. I had teachers who

Geez, that show. For the most part, if you take any member of the population and fix their teeth, give them a decent haircut, carefully applied makeup and a good outfit that fits properly, plus three months of exercise, sleep, good nutrition and high end skin care, and you'll have a beauty. No need for plastic

Before my friend had kids, I used to love to joke with her about what would happen if they were born with her old nose (which, really, was more of a beak than a nose) and asked questions about how they looked so different.