I agree...my sex drive can be damn near nonexistent at times and I think both me and my husband would appreciate this. It can be a very frustrating existence.

Ew! That’s so gross. I’m glad his bullshit didn’t lead to a failing grade or one that affected your GPA. My actual driver’s ED teacher, Mr. Rob was an old guy who I highly suspect took cat naps while us students were driving. He never really taught us how to parallel park either. I'm glad I didn't have Mr.D, the…

Oh Lord, I thought the same at first. I read* the first one just so I could definitively say that it was garbage without people saying things like “But you didn’t read it!!”, so I knew the guy’s name was Christian, but I kept thinking “How the hell will they put a Christian spin on this mess...”

There was a driver’s ED teacher at my high school who I didn’t have, but I used to run into all the time in the hallway. He would stare at my chest and say “Nice shirt, (Insert my name here)“.

I got a sinus infection/sore throat/strange illness when I studied abroad in Paris and I went to a doctor there and got a prescription for some weird salty sweet purple cough syrup (that tasted legitimately awesome). It worked wonders! In the years since, every time I have a sore throat and cough, I wish that I had…

This is good advice. My box is now out of sight. I will make a run to Goodwill tomorrow (I haven’t seen one of those drop boxes in my area for awhile) so that said box and the sadness it contains will be out of my life.

It is definitely good to be able to close the drawer and have everything fit. I keep trying to…

I’m glad to hear that the random crying could be common, because I came off of antidepressants completely at the end of March and though I no longer feel like I have the withdrawal flu, I’m randomly crying at weird stuff that I’m not even sad about. I also still have issues with vertigo. It’s the first time I’ve been…

Cheers to happier and healthier! =)

I’ve already got a glass of cheap moscato next to me, and now I’m staring at my ongoing "Shame box" in the corner of my room that contains clothes to be donated.

I was prescribed ambient and it didn’t do a damn thing (just kept on with my usual insomnia), but when my mom took one she drove to McDonald’s at 1 am and then to the 7-11 and got a snickers bar she placed in the freezer. She swore up and down that this did not happen, but we figured it out because of the receipts in…

I went for a period of a year or so where I didn’t leave the house except when forced and I still have trouble. I go to support group once a week which gave me accountability and a group of people that were understanding. I’ve worked up to a few places I can go without too much anxiety (library, local coffee shop) as…

I’ll be going to therapy tomorrow morning to work on some of my severe body hate. It can be hard to accept it when I’m sometimes even too fat for Lane Bryant. On the plus side, when I run into people from high school in public they don't recognize who I am because of all the weight I gained so I don't have to talk to…

I hate the “Bigger Pants shopping Trip”...I only have like two pairs of pants that fit currently but I’ve also been unemployed for a while and can’t afford new pants so I wear a lot of stretchy leggings and it makes me sad and when I'm sad I eat pizza (money I should probably be saving for new pants).

I’ve always been surprised that the only job I was ever drug tested for was my first job as a bagger at a grocery store. Every other retail and office job I’ve had I’ve been background checked, but not drug tested. When I worked in student loan banking I had to get Department of Education security clearance where they…

We never had aspirin in my house growing up because my Mom and brother both have severely low platelet counts and it was a big no-no. Hematologists used to be enthralled with their case files.

YES! I feel so much better now that I know I’m not the only one who made the assumption with the word "awry". I used to pronounce "comely" like it rhymed with "homely" instead of like "cum-ly" and my English major friend in college legit shamed me over it freshman year.

A guy I dated once had no problems picking up tampons at the store but once I asked him to pick up some yarn for a project I was working on and he threw a fit. I asked him why he could pick up tampons but not yarn and he said "Well, everyone knows the tampons aren't for me. People might think I'm some sort of closet…

My husband and I sleep in separate rooms and it’s wonderful. People get weirdly judgmental about it when they find out we each have our own rooms but I think he prefers me not kicking him throughout the night and I prefer not listening to snoring. We always come together before bedtime for an evening snuggle.

I attempted to runaway when I was 5 and I wrote a sappy note with crayons saying that I was "running away to Canada" ( I lived nowhere remotely near Canada) and covered it with sad clown stickers and drawings of mimes.

I cry at songs on the radio all the time! Recently that song "Cecilia and the Satellite" by Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness came on and I just sobbed while driving ("He loves his daughter so much! WAAA!" I am 27 years old.