I experienced some bizarre vaginal sensations while I was doing leg lifts in my room the other day. Glad I'm not the only one.

But then... who will we have scandals about? Digital people are so... boring.

Thanks, I'm feeling a bit better. I even dragged myself out of bed to go to target to buy cat food. He's still tormenting me though, hinting that "there might be a chance" for us, but I can't stand the jerking back and forth anymore. I truly want to be with him, but the constant emotional "hot and cold" is making me…

That's horrible ... about your dates, and your FWB sounds like he has narcissistic personality disorder. You deserve someone who makes you a highest priority too. Best of luck, and thank you. *hugs*

If I had real friends, I wouldn't be asking for help on Jezebel... at least my cats will cuddle with me :(

I'm so heartbroken I feel like I might die... the man I love just told me he doesn't want to be with me anymore. Over text. I'm in so much pain I don't know how I'll go on living.

That's really sweet. I feel the same way about certain awful movies I was forced to endure in the name of sex - er - love!

I see what you did thar.

Scanners? I think it about sums up my feelings on the matter. It's like... I can feel the pressure building under my skin, I want to say something to these idiots, but NOTHING HELPS.

This is so brilliant I can't believe I didn't think of it first. Congratulations, you're awesome.

Now hold on there. My parents own a one-eyed 14 year old dachshund whose been paralyzed from the waist down for the past 5 years. Consequently his back legs have shriveled to sticks and the skin hangs like ...well, droopy skin. He's really happy though, and loves snuggling under my dad's arm.

Me too. Dog stories always make me cry though. All of mine were rescues, but I always feel terrible leaving knowing there are so many there that need to be saved.

This made me chortle out loud at my desk. I love him and want to dress him up in tiny sweaters!

Oh boy. Well, it could have been worse. I'll never forget when my dad opened a drawer and discovered my vibrator, oh, a few months ago. He's a big beefy surly man, but turned about three shades of red.

So my choices are a bunch of sexual activities that sound like they belong in a bad porno or enjoy some delicious chocolate? Hmm, decisions decisions...

I covet that entire outfit. And the bag. Gimme. Now,

But don't you understand?? Those are for research. RESEARCH!

Hehe, I'd imagine it was more traumatizing for your dad. I'm dying to know what happened then. Did he sit you down for a nice father-daughter talk? Or did he fling the mag across the room and start screeching about Satan and Original Sin, and all that lovely stuff?

For reals. I jumped and scared my cat, who was dozing on my lap. Not cool.

I received my thank you from Planned Parenthood in the mail the other day. I'm going to start volunteering there soon as a recovery room aide. Feels good.