My ex cheated on me with an Internet girlfriend. This was after he talked me into aborting our planned pregnancy because he changed his mind. I ghosted that motherfucker and gave his shit to goodwill. No regrets.
My ex cheated on me with an Internet girlfriend. This was after he talked me into aborting our planned pregnancy because he changed his mind. I ghosted that motherfucker and gave his shit to goodwill. No regrets.
Yaaaassss!! I loved it! Esp. the girl with blood all over her hands crying with rapturous glee.
It’s like a film industry LSAT question. ILY.
I am a college instructor in Oregon. I am so upset right now that I can’t be eloquent. Just numbness and shock. And sadness.
I posted a similar thought on another comment. So glad I’m not alone over here feeling like a “bad feminist”. <3
This so much. <3
Thank you x infinity. I know I’m going to sound so un-feminist right now to *those* readers who don’t understand that you can be a feminist AND be critical of the women’s movement... but one of my core criticisms of the feminist movement is the ever-increasing pedantry. It confuses, isolates, and alienates people who…
“Quixotic Farming”... srsly?
Made my morning. All the stars for you!
You are a delight. <3
I know exactly what to do with him - give him more scenes where he stands around shirtless and looks distraught. I’ll just be waiting for my Emmy over here. You’re welcome, Days writers.
Lucas. <3
When I order full size goodies from Nordys, Clinique, etc. I always pick the mascara sample. Sephora has some good travel-sized options, like the Benefit mini I am using lately. I also get them in my subscription boxes (Wantable and Glossybox).
Me too! I go through phases where I want to be a nun. It has been this way my whole life. I’m not into the Jesus part, I left the church when I was a teen. I just like the social justice, the sisterhood, and wearing awesome sweaters. The nuns I grew up with wore lovely home knit sweaters, and sat in the rose garden on…
NO! My eyes... burning.... cannot unsee...
Love it! I must find one, but with the stick figure sipping a martini under a palm tree. And three dogs.
Yup, I thrown mine out every 60 days. I only buy tiny tubes or use samples, because I know I won’t use it up.
That is take-the-cake creepy doctor behavior.
As a former forensic anthropology student who has slaved away over crock pots of macerating human soup, and sifted through trash bags of rotting clothing covered in rotting human, I can confirm that this is the case. It is a smell you never forget.
I have IBS and gastroperesis, I am on a similar diet and I feel your pain. ((hugs))