It doesn't get better as you get older. I'm in my 50s now, and I catch myself thinking inappropriate things about men who are younger than any of my nephews, usually when I'm watching soccer.

You might want to bookmark this study for them. People who experience trauma in childhood often experience serious chronic illness later in life. You should not be blamed or shamed for experiencing pain and illness (no one should).

I have been there and done that several times. In my case, it was just a simple re-test and clear. I hope that's the case for you, too.

Are you good tenants generally? If yes, you're unlikely to get kicked out for making a fuss about this. Landlords are so desperate for people who actually pay rent and don't tear the shit out of places that you're probably solid.

This show from This American Life breaks down housing discrimination in a very clear way - and they can listen to it as a podcast, so it goes down pretty easy - http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives…

I think I'm on my fourth burner. Mine just stop working after a while, so I figure I will always be grey.

IMO, and I know many will disagree, the handicapped stall is outfitted for those with handicaps. It does not BELONG to them. There's no guarantee that, when you enter a bathroom, a stall will be waiting open for you. You might have to wait a couple minutes: deal with it.

I have the most bland, middle-of-the-road white lady face ever, so people project ALL kinds of stuff on me. I'm a Christian, I'm a republican, I agree with their racist tripe, I'm Jewish, I'm part Hispanic, I'm simple, I'm a pushover, I'm a rich person, I'm stuck up...I have heard it all.

Ah, fuck it, let's just tie it to something lunar and move it around every year like Hanukkah or Ramadan. That way we'll keep a bunch of journalists employed because they can do stories about "OMG Christmas is early this year!" or "OMG Christmas is late this year" "Will Christmas in August seem like Christmas?" I…

I know, right? I'm a thrift shopper extraordinare, but I draw the line at someone else's night cooties.

You'd love my sister's tater tot casserole recipe then...I think it's a layer of tots, a layer of cooked hamburger, and a can each of mushroom and cream of celery soups, covered with massive amounts of shredded cheese, then baked at 350 for an hour. Serious tot business.

It's just that my only experience with Dill Pickle Soup was at the home of a Lithuanian grandma.

Are you Lithuanian?

I had butternut squash risotto, which does not photograph well, but it tastes pretty damned good. At home, by myself, because this year I'm refusing to drive 2.5 hours one way to hear about how bad Obama is. (I had another invite too and said no. I'm not entirely pathetic. Just feeling reclusive and content about it).

So thankful the "top story" today is the "Epic disgusting removal of a blackhead"/ s

If I could just eat some damned mangosteens, I could die happy.

EuroPane in Pasadena, CA makes these chocolate macarons filled with salted caramel that really made my knees weak. So amazing.

Haha you reasonable non-passive aggressive people! I'll never understand you.

If someone invited me and told me to pick something, I'd pick one thing, not knowing I was expected to bring multiple items.

Some random disasters: