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This sums me up too. I’m almost a serial-monogamist, but there are time periods in between boyfriends where I had “friends plus” but considered myself single.

I’m excited for this discovery in regards to how it could help with scarring. I have scars on my lower legs due to hives, and the skin is always so dry. It would be great if this could be applied over moisturizer to help it work longer (with the additional benefit of hiding all of my not-so-charming purple scar spots!)

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If this isn’t among the comments already, it should be.

And it’s not even that hard to change it and have the kids make a craft for any adult in their life instead. My cousin lived with my mom while he was in foster care as a young child, and for mother’s day he would always make crafts for his auntie. It’s not that tricky to adapt it, I don’t know what kind of shitty

Sometimes people just can’t do it. My mom and her sisters went to their abusive mother’s deathbed, but her brother just couldn’t do it. And all of his sisters were completely understanding. He didn’t even want his part of the small inheritance that was left, but eventually he relented after my mom said he could just

My mom was expressing her relief earlier this week that she doesn’t have to see her own mother for mother’s day, because she died last fall. It makes me sad that my grandmother was such a shitty excuse for a human being who really should never have been allowed to have or adopt the children she did, but I’m really

Truly, this is a gift that just keeps on giving.

My mom was downright pissed that she wasn’t allowed to go out for McDonalds after the birth of my younger brother. She was well aware of how shitty hospital food is, and wanted a fucking big Mac after birthing her third kid like a pro.

This makes me feel a lot better about not understanding how a radio works. Sure somebody somehow makes a signal that somehow flies through the air and knows to come to my house specifically, but then this magic box turns it into a sound I can hear and HOW ARE YOU ALL NOT AMAZED BY THIS.

Fatness Neverlean is my new favorite thing on this planet.

Someone who knew about my love of Neko Atsume told me about KleptoCats the other day.

I like this. I have about a million “nicknames” for my cat that I like to call her while we are chilling out together. Her real name is Cleo, but because she’s a chubber I like to call her “Poubelle” (French for trash can), Cleofattra, Flab n’ Decker, Rotunda, etc.

A good point. My mom has said that the best part about having children is having ADULT children. She was a good mom to us as kids, but is overtly much happier as an empty-nester whose kids come over for Sunday dinner.

But for viewers who aren’t yet at the parenting stage, the inundation with negative stories about that next step is frustrating and depressing. Watching them, it’s easy to wonder why anyone would procreate at all.

My partner almost didn’t swipe right on Tinder (yup, that’s how we met...) because I had included that I’m “veg” in my profile. He was worried I was going to be a judgemental PETA psycho. But I prefer handing out cupcakes over giving people lectures (my current specialty is stout chocolate cupcakes with whiskey icing,

I’m part of a local vegan community group, and even we CEASELESSLY mock these people (apparently there is more than one) who only eat bananas. If someone is going to eat an overabundance of a specific food, we came up with so many better options. For instance, you could be the potato girl, or the taco girl.

Oh I’m not saying it’s not a total dick move on the part of the magazine, because it totally is. But they even photoshop people who are considered to be basically “perfect” in our bizarrely narrow western standard of beauty. Society needs an overhaul in this area something fierce.

I’m also very likely to remain childless because I simply CANNOT afford it. Daycare in my area is the equivalent cost of rent on a 1-bedroom apartment. Not to mention everything else. I make decent pay, but I’ve done the math on it and I would be back to living hand-to-mouth. And as much as living in poverty for the

No more hugs ‘til you give up racist thugs.