My cigar-related bitch is that the government of Alberta, in their well-meaning desire to stop me from making dumb choices, will no longer sell me filtered cigarillos (those wee cigars with the flavored tips).

I don’t think it’s a bad thing to know that there’s “always a way out”. I’m grateful I didn’t buy into the pressure to stay married because it’s “sacred” / a life-long commitment / forever, after my ex started getting physically aggressive.

I’d just like it to be fair. Also, the totally shallow side of me is pretty grossed out that massive fat guys with MUCH bigger (hairy!) boobs than I have get a free pass to go around topless without incident while I have to cover up my itty-bitties.

Back when I was teaching high school, the librarian was busy converting our VHS tapes to DVDs (possibly illegally? No idea.) Anyway, once she was done, she took apart the VHS containers and knit reusable shopping bags out of the tapes. It was actually kind of nifty!

I think my mom pretty much gets it now. I’ve lived with three men, and was only married to one of them for a brief time before divorcing. My sister has been living with the same partner for 10 years and they will probably never marry. Mom’s had to adjust a bit, but it was good for her to be a bit more open-minded…

I think this still exists a bit today. My current partner was actually a bit shocked that I asked him to have sex on our second date. He thought for sure that we were “supposed to” have sex sometime between dates 3 and 5. :D

Oh I like that one!

So, this is something you verbalize? Hey there exclusive sex-only friend. I’m not having sex with anyone but you. That sounds insane.

I need a good descriptive term for the motherfuckers who sit in the outside seat and refuse to move over even when there are people standing right next to them.

Baked goods and/or chocolate are fine menstruation companions. That, and a six pack of beer.

I’m dating a guy with FOUR sisters.

It is cheaper than the alternative, both in terms of money and in terms of the cost to society of dealing with messed-up kids who are born to parents who don’t actually want them.

I salute thee, emperor! You are a most wise and noble leader. :)

I found when I was in Japan that when I was just meeting regular folks they would ask questions about my tattoo, the reaction was mostly polite curiosity (at the time I only had a small one on my forearm). Of course I was not allowed to go to the swimming pool or other similar places though, like described in the…

It’s not just the crazy-fundie-types that believe that though. You’d be surprised how many not-overly-religious people I know didn’t think I should have divorced the guy who used to choke me when he got pissed off. Because you know, you shouldn’t just GIVE UP, it’s MARRIAGE!

UGH muffin tins are the WORST. It’s bad enough that shit always gets stuck to them, but having to scrub out each one of those 12 stupid little compartments means that nobody at my house gets muffins very often.

When I was 14??? I was the best at sulking, because that was the year I had to get a job, and missed out on playing sports with my friends.

Among the many, many, MANY reasons I don’t have children, high on the list is the risk of TWINS. Twins run in my mom’s family, and there’s no chance in hell that I’m dealing with that. Damn things look like they’re about to pop out, “Aliens”-style.

What is it with 5-year olds? My sister (being fairly androgynous) actually got into an argument with a random kid one time over the same issue.

Another pizza luncher here. Apparently I’m living my best possible life. Who knew? :)