I feel so bad for Gabriella. Poor kid was only conceived at all because her dad insisted on having a boy, and never got his way. It’s gotta be shitty to grow up with that.

This is all my roommates could talk about all weekend, is how to get contraband Pokemon Go onto their sad Canadian phones.

Oh, you made this vegan snort-cackle. :) Thank you.

• Paul Walker’s ghost is haunting the set of Fast 8.

You could always steal their lupins?

The flag worship is really strange to anyone looking in from the outside. I mean you guys even pledge allegiance... to a FLAG.

This happens to me now as well, since I’ve been able to get some semblance of financial stability over the last few years. Companies that rejected me when I applied for their most basic no frills credit cards are now clamouring to try to get me to take their cards with fancy-pantsy miles/bonuses/whatever. But I’m not…

This sums it up so well! A large part of the reason I will never re-marry is because of the performative aspect of weddings. I’m very uncomfortable with people paying that much attention to my life, I much prefer to live “under the radar”. I found my wedding to my ex to be grossly uncomfortable in the lead-up and the…

I know right? It’s like just daring to exist outside the privacy of your own home after having a baby is “FLAUNTING” your body.

This series, and this article in particular, has really spoken to me.

No, that is how regular people look. Most people don’t have a flat plain clear from boobs to crotch, there’s usually a bit of curve unless you absolute monster abs. The little bit of fat under the bellybutton is a motherfucker, almost impossible to get rid of.

Exactly. I like to put on Forensic Files on Sunday afternoons, watch about an episode and a half, and then fall into a wonderful couch-drooling-coma-nap. It will be so sweet when I’m no longer awoken by the shrill harpy wails of Nancy Grace.

30 was actually really great for me. 31 was like falling off a cliff without a parachute and hitting every rock on the way down.

This was my exact thought. Oh goody, another child who’s born to do a “job”, which in this case is to replace its mom. But maybe that’s not so different from ones who are born to “save the marriage”.

One possible solution, “cookie dough dip” with no flour or eggs: http://chocolatecoveredkatie.com/2011/05/23/wan…

From herself, of course. Because we can’t possibly be trusted to know what’s in our own best interests or what’s right for us.

Can you imagine if they actually got rid of the bit about “God” (which is something I’d like to see)? The collective pants-shitting and pearl clutching would be epic.

I was just in Vancouver the other week. It’s gone downhill A LOT in the past few years. It seems like pretty much every doorway in the entire city smells like pee, even after you get out of the city centre.

Totally agree. I’m also a bit past this age now, but going back to school and getting divorced were the two best things that I could have ever done for myself in my mid to late 20's. They were the shake-ups I needed to get my life headed in the right direction.

I know right? Bathing hats. Do not compute.