If anyone is wondering, that money could have saved AT LEAST two hundred shelter dogs.

Prosecco + vibrator = best Christmas idea ever. Well played!

Life’s too short to make small talk with assholes.

I’m hiding too! I “went to bed” at 8PM.

I would do the same expect that one of my cats would be staring at me and it would be more uncomfortable that usual.

Does anyone else struggle with it feeling like Christmas Eve rather than, say, just Thursday? I’ve got the decorations, the lights, the music, the works and yet, while it is indeed cozy and nice, it doesn’t feel like “Christmas.” Maybe this is just the cost of growing up?

I am pretty bummed from thanksgiving until new year. It’s just such a sad time of year but everyone else finds it happy and so I feel guilty for always being low key bummed which bums me out even more. It is a vicious cycle.

Personally I don’t understand why anyone would want to spend a minute with Madonna, let alone a holiday. She is a self-absorbed diva who likely wants her son back only because not having him might reflect poorly on her. I’m sure she barely notices him when he’s part of her tour entourage. What decent mother would…

It’s extra satisfying when they peaked in high school too. “ what have I been up to? Well I went to the UK in September, boyfriend and I are building on acreage and I did my first gran fondo. It’s too bad you got fired from master cuts after your boyfriend got laid off from the tar sands!”

They don’t usually use the old school contact info, they’re relying on word of mouth, or in my HS class’s case, FB. In my reunion, they were looking for everybody, and one of my former BFF’s was on the committee. So you had the odd thing of people asking if you knew where someone was, because you were friends then.…

For the record, I’m refusing to spend Christmas with Madonna as well.

“I pretended that I didn’t remember her.”

^^THIS.
Drives the stepford egomaniacs absolutely bonkers.

I’m solidly in the “don’t go” camp. I’d so much rather sit at home and let mom and pop foot the cocktail bill, and have friends stop by when it works for them, or vice versa and go to their house. You get to control the people you see, the ones who actually want to see you will show up, you avoid the dicks and don’t…

+1, I-dont-know-her.gif

I get that all the time, now. I usually pretend I don’t remeber, but there was one egregious bitch who made like five different nexopia accounts to tell me I should kill myself cause everyone hated me. She tried the bestirs routine and she got a “ have some fucking dignity, you know that’s not how it is between…

Why is high school such a traumatic social experience for Americans? Most Russians I know don’t look back at it too fondly either but it’s because of lack of personal freedom when you’re at school, not because your class is having a perpetual contest in mutual humiliation. That’s what the media makes American high…

All fine advice-but if all else fails...have a dance number ready.

I have a couple friends from high school I still talk to, but the rest I plan never to see again.

What kind of weirdo assholes are running the reunions at your high school that they don’t invite everyone?