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this happened to me recently. I had stayed fb friends with an ex to show how above it all I was and that I forgave him for all the wrong doing he had done. I kind of foegot that we were still friends until I got engaged and he contacted me to tell me he was glad I got what I wanted even though he doesn’t think this is

My worst ex I have kinda done a eternal sunshine on my mind. Because I hated him so much after my mind has erased him in many ways. I can’t remember his last name, people will say he was there for events and I remember the event but not that he was there, often I forget the event entirely, its crazy to me that I was

I’m thinking rabies. No sedatives or Milwaukee Protocol or anything like that, of course. Asshole can kick it old school. Since most of the 55, 000 annual human sufferers are children, it would have a certain poetic justice.

What now?

Thanks to all of you who have been so supportive over the last few weeks as my family dog, Jazzy, was dying. We made the incredibly hard choice to put her down on Monday morning. It’s been a super tough week, but I’m happy knowing we did the right thing and she’s no longer in any pain or discomfort. RIP Jazzy; here

I had a fabulous job interview this week. It’s more than a little daunting—they want someone to come in and basically set up a copy editing department for the North American offices of an international ad agency—and I could fall flat on my face, but it also sounds so much more interesting and rewarding than anything

You know what’s awkward? Having an acquaintances 6 year old grab at my charm bracelet and then relentlessly beg me for two of the charms off of it.

I am miserably ill, kids. Like in so, so much pain. Love me.

I was ungreyed!! Victory is mine!!

I bingewatched both the movie and the netflix series “wet hot american summer.” what magic is paul rudd using, because that man did not age a day.

every time i see a kinja notification, i sigh and say, “what stupid shit did i say this time?”

So my 6 year old just asked me what happens when we die. I’m an atheist and I don’t know how to respond to this question. I remember being told that there was a heaven when I was a kid, but I never believed it. I almost want her to believe it because she’s so anxious, but I doubt she will. She’s quite a skeptic.

As someone who was a kid in the 70s, it didn’t used to be a problem. Put the fashion dolls in one section, the action figures in another, but there is no need to specific label them as “for girls” or “for boys”, or festoon them in pink or blue. That’s what we have now, and it’s just silly. A toy is a toy. Kids will

Could we also have this dick push a very heavy rock up the hill only to have it roll down?

Damn your Tammy’s (Tammies?) in eternal darkness. Cheers the rest of them next time you have a drink together.

What if they’re gracious and sweet and get along with your new boyfriends and you still like to do groups friend stuff with them?

I’m of the same persuasion. I don’t have a huge number of exes, but all of them are good people who I really enjoyed spending time with and still root for. If I walk into a room with 3 of them sitting at a table together- which I have done- I feel more relief than panic. I know I can drink beer and use foul language

understandable

How will the childrens know proper gender roles?! Boys will learn to take care of babies! Girls will learn how to build things!