Same here! My mom was a rummage sale queen. I loved my shirts with paintbrushes, cars, animals 'n' other colorful things on them.

You totally had me at guinea pig t-shirt.

Same here.

So much this.

The silver-grey. I want the silver-grey. Why can't Monopoly money be real? Arrgh.

This. I saw everyone else in the family taking in books or magazines to the bathroom, so I grew up doing the same thing. Now I just feel weird if I don't have anything to read.

"Alternatively, maybe she's just never been with a large penis that was attached to a man who knew how to really get her worked up before trying to enter."

That is a beautiful way to think of it.

This is just me, mind you—when I see books used as purses or other non-book things, it makes me feel sorry for them. What happens to the rest of the book? Ack!

Same situation here with my male gyno unless my husband's in there with me (I have stupid health issues, so I like having him there to listen with his ears in case my ears miss something due to panic or temporary idiocy). I feel completely comfortable with my gyno, not the least because he explains every damn thing…

The precision eyebrows of disdain.

I will have to finally get a pair, thanks!

After reading some of the comments, I'm getting a sinking feeling that I'm washing my jeans WAY too much. I start getting that "I really should wash these" nagging voice every other week, usually coinciding with how awesome the jeans fit by then. I use the normal cycle, then air dry simply because our stupid dryer…

When hanging it out the window won't work.

I hear that Lucky jeans are awesome, and then I forget about it, and then it comes back on my radar again—so, worth the price? I like the sound of something luxurious on m'stems.

Now I have to re-read Clan of the Cave Bear, and...well, I can skip to the good parts. Unless those were mostly in the other books that all seemed the same anyway.

I agree. I still have to remind myself that my current boyfriend is completely unfazed by any female secretions. I'm the one who's all, "Er, you know my period just started, there isn't much 'cause it's the first day but—" and he's all, "It doesn't matter to me."

Posts like this just cement my desire to buy your book, Jolie. GOD HELP ME BUT I THINK I LOVE YOU FOR SHOWING I'M NOT ALONE.