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Don’t yell at me, I’m just switching between this screen and netflix.

True...

+1 would like to know more bc I also love poetry.

Are we talking Black Mirror the show, or Black Mirror the art piece? Because I’ve been told I need to get into Black Mirror the show.

I actually pay for Twitter. I run a couple brand accounts. It’s what I do for money. So......

Also, there are some great brand or identity twitters that are worth following, like Merriam Webster, or Sue the T-Rex from the Field museum. A+ twitter game.

My approach to Twitter is to think that no one wants to hear/read what I have to say, but twitter is so huge, I will say it anyway. Then when people do respond, I feel excited. It’s like the opposite of facebook, where I worry if people don’t respond.

Twinja people are pretty warm, too, though the louder ones (myself

Year two of Rouge for me....and I was/am thrilled. My big splurges this year were on perfumes. I am fucking in LOVE with the Histoire de Parfums 1899, and the Commodity Goods Whiskey and Gold, particularly layered together. My standard products almost get me there, and then I try a few extra fun things, like this

Another vote for Kat Von D inkliner. Also - extra props for Nars primer - keeps it in place forever. I can do a decent eye in the am, and it lasts all day. If I do a night eye, and don’t wash it off, I wake up with an appropriate amount of smudge for brunch.

Yeah, my liver has started to rebel after the last 3 months.

Also, if there is just one cause, then humans can feel like they can prevent that one cause. It’s so much more tidy than a nuanced and deliberate approach to the big picture.

Yep, this was what did me in. I was bawling at my desk. My boss walked in, took one look, and walked back out.

I am trying SO HARD to get on this bandwagon. I have been struggling with turning 40, and even texted a friend today “Look at this photo! I look old! Especially if you just look at the bottom half of my face!” to which she replied “Talk to me when you’re 46.”

I came back with “I won’t be able to, because I’ll be dead,

Delivered in a cold, steely voice, with nary a waiver of emotion.

I grew up in a family that was 1/2 eastern european jews, and 1/2 canadian/german immigrants that attended a lutheran church (in the midwest, naturally) and I can hiss-whisper the most guilt inducing passive aggressive commentary on the planet. Or, just a singular well timed vicious comment in a cheerful voice will

I want to re-read this, and reply more in-depth, but fucking boys when you’re a 14 yr old girl. My “friends” thought it was hilaaaaaarious to “pants” me at my locker, in the hall, in front of everyone, because what 14 year old *doesn’t* want to show her bare ass in school? I always felt that same need to “laugh” and

I don’t know if it helps to know this, but you aren’t alone.

Are you my aunt?

Truth here. I’m also in treatment, and there is so much that is in the balance. My therapist asked me if I was interested in a support group led by her peer, which included a bunch of other women with the same issues, and I was like “fuck no, I don’t want to talk to other crazy people!”

I realize that there are

Oh my god, I am so sorry. No mother should have to go through that. So much love and prayers and hugs for you.