The root of my depression is isolation. I'm at the fun age at which everyone I know is married/engaged/has kids, and it seems third wheels are not looked kindly upon 'round these parts. I did have one last fellow single friend who ALWAYS lamented the way friends seem to disown us when they start dating and she…

Sign your life is going really well: you wait all day for Jezzy's open thread because you have no one to talk to in real life. Awesome.

Don't stop! Old houses are like porn for me. I tend to check listings for old houses in my area so I can look at the pictures and see what features have been preserved (and mourn the ones that have been gutted and thoroughly modernized). I swear, half the reason I got into the funeral business was so I could work…

Whoa, your aunt's response was absurd. "Her people"? If she's taking care of *her* family, then what's the point of attending a family gathering?

I'll laugh at you for being terrified, but not in a "you're crazy" kind of way but more in the nervous, you-just-hit-on-one-of-my-anxieties kind of way. Gas ranges are the best for stove top cooking, but I'm paranoid as fuck about them. It doesn't help that I live in a Victorian rowhome in a city with…

Wow, it's a good thing I've never seen one in real life because I would have cat-napped it so fast...

No worries, I'm right there with you on the child-front (except I think sometimes sociopaths are more interesting to talk to than children). I don't think I've ever seen a grey tortie, though— now I'm intrigued!

D'aww! I love torties! This is my beastie being all puppy-like in the remnants of a drug-haze when she had dental surgery a few months ago. She was quite the wobbly little contortionist that night. <3

I'd planned on getting a doctorate since grade school, but it wasn't until I'd already gotten my bachelor's degree that I'd realized which career path I should pursue. . . and it was a career that actually just needed an associate of applied science degree. Oops! ; ) So even though I'd taken the GREs and had…

Guh, "it is what it is" is the anti-battle cry of the hopelessly resigned. It's bad enough when someone says that after describing some unpleasant situation they're in, but I get flat-out insulted when that's the response I get to a situation I'm in. Thanks for telling me I should just give up and accept whatever…

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Pouncing to agree wholeheartedly. I was hoping someone else would point this out!

I somehow destroyed a fingernail while eating a baked potato a few nights ago. No idea how it happened, but nothing boosts your confidence like knowing your body is fragile enough to be taken down by a soft, squishy lump of potato.

Indeed. I actually like my lines (and lines on other people's faces) because they're interesting. My lines have been earned, and I think it's amazing and awesome that I've lived long enough to start acquiring them and seeing my face mature. But then again, I love love love scars for the same reasons;…

When I jumped careers, I wrote out a few lists: what subjects (both school subjects/classes and the types of books I read) do I love most? What are my obsessions? What did I like about my current job/past jobs? What kind of environment/work situation do I prefer (working alone? Working in teams? Is a cube farm…

Ha! I'm 30 and went back to school last year. My mort sci program is at a community college, and my first week on campus was so creepy and surreal— everyone, the boys especially, looked so young that I was afraid to smile or be friendly lest I be hauled away by security for being a pedophile. It got even creepier…

As Neil Gaiman said during a Q&A when asked about how aspiring writers can move forward when it seems that at this point every story has already been told: it doesn't matter if you're writing the same idea that thousands of others have already explored, you should tell the story anyway and tell it in the way that only…

This is the evil dentist that came to my mind.

Absolutely agreed. I'm one'a them cynically heartless types who doesn't care for seeing newborn pics (or pics of kids of any age), but this melted me and turned me into a Real Human Girl. These pictures and the humor within them are so damn sweet I actually want to hug someone. Seriously, I want to be friends with…

You know, after learning his identity, I never talked to him to find out why he wanted to tie me up and play with him in cages. Or what about me suggested I would swoon and throw myself at him after reading that rhyme. Mystery for the ages, I guess.