LOL absolutely true.

PETTED. The past tense is petted. Why is this so hard for people?

Hawaii was the season where everything started to suck even worse than before. It became ALL about boinking each other and getting drunk. Yawn. The first season seemed like The Wire compared to that. Kids, these days. Have you seen my metamucil?

"No Ranch dressing? But...but... it's a STAPLE." Best line on Real World ever.

It's weird, isn't it, like being in a zone. The best advice the therapist gave me was to log the behavior, which is scary at first because I was logging ALL the time. But then I fell off the wagon and just started picking again.

The militarization of the police is pretty scary.

"Heh heh. Show your tits. Heh heh Show your tits." Dumbass doesn't have 2 brain cells to rub together. We're wasting tax dollars giving this loser a college education.

I haaaate being yelled at. It does not motivate me. It pisses me off. My inner rebel is like "Fuck you, yelly person." I don't think I could ever do boot camp.

Go, Xiang Xiaohan. Gotta love a 19-year-old with bravery.

I dated a guy who not only had ear hairs, but on the top of his nose, too. And he was in his late 20s at that point. I wonder what he will look like in old age!

Have you tried putting Vick's Vaporub on them? I have heard this is a folk remedy.

Yep. My reptile brain thinks "IT MUST BE SMOOTH" even though I know that never really works.

That is with the round bandaids. Sigh. Thanks for trying! I appreciate knowing someone else had gone through this, too.

I tried a therapist who specialized in those issues, but she was not for me. I should try to find someone who fits better. I'm afraid of meds because I have a tendency to get every side effect under the sun.

Why is it like that now? It used to actually make sense. I know this is not your purview, but I just like to whine.

Nice to have you here!

Dogs just break our hearts. In good ways and awful ones. I had my dog cremated and then cried through spreading her ashes at all her favorite places, except for the last part, which guards a mouse hole in the kitchen. I figured she would like that. Here she is , happy after a beach run.

I feel for you. I was wracked with guilt. I had nightmares that my dog was hurt and bleeding and I couldn't get to her. I sobbed every day for months. I remember one day hearing "Dog Days Are Over," which is a happy song, but it hit me wrong and I lost it so bad.

Thanks for the ideas. I pick the bandaids off, usually in about half an hour. I buy them in the 100 boxes, 2 boxes at a time, so I do try.

Teach her the magic of saving after every paragraph!