*Rubs hands with glee* I know. I can't wait.

Oh, I'm rationing. Four a day still seems ... excessive. I'm no longer a student with hours and hours to fill.

Doesn't it? More glad than ever that I didn't pursue a career in pointy-toed shoes. Shudder.

SO not worth it. Makes my feet smart just to look at this pic. Yikes.

Scary stuff, eh? I reckon she has her shoes custom-altered/designed. Or something. At any rate, these have GOT to hurt. Yowch.

Straw poll! Which wins? Jules' pinky toe or Posh Beckham's bunion? You decide!

*Gnashes teeth* Doesn't say anything about having whole rooms which are designated as 'black holes' because you're too lazy to do the do and clean stuff out so instead you just close the door and figure you'll deal with it when you move while all the time you maintain a perfect shop front in the rest of the house…

I bloody adore that gif. Cheers.

Oh god. Should a ceiling ever be painted peach?! You must have been desperate. Laughing my head off here [with apologies for your experience, natch!]. :-)

Me too! Well, I did when still sewed, but yes. Unfortunately when I reached my 20s, I was saddled with an extremely top-heavy figure while my waist/hips just kept their teenage proportions. Literally impossible to buy dresses because my top was size 14 and my waist size 8. Heinous. Another big reason I thank my mother…

Indeed. One would think — given the plethora of women who fall outside catwalk credentials — that this would be a money mine of huge [no pun intended] proportions. Seriously. When is the fashion industry as a whole going to get off its collective arse and figure out there's money in dem dere fuller-figured types?

Maybe now that there are a few bodyforms that make designing clothes for plus-size women a bit easier [well done you fashion peeps who can only see size 0! Hey, you're growing!] ... there might actually be some outfits out there which aren't just bigger versions of Stuff For The Thinnies. And more importantly, people…

Aw. I didn't know that. I mean, I knew she got on the motivational speaking circus —and all credit to her for that, or at least for making something positive out of her horrific history — but I'd just assumed she'd graduated too.

*Big sigh* We've all of us had a jackrabbit at one point or another. I once had the 'pleasure' from a random at some formal dinner thing at university. There's me, taffeta skirts around my waist, up against a wall if you can believe that ... Both dress and my tender back skin took some mending post-hook-up. On the…

There, there. 'Infinite Jest' is a very worthy book. The ex was not a great boyfriend [or a great lay, for that matter]. And his DFW obsession was just a leedle creepy stalker-ish.

*Slow clap* That takes some concentration. ;-)

Jeez, we have a winner.

In my experience, any guy with a phone has the capacity to do that. Sorry.

Good god. I'm not sure what worries me more; that these are all facets of the same guy or all different guys. Either way ... commiserations and I hope things are better for you now.

At least it wasn't at the same time.