The best thing about 2016 was making new friends who I can really feel comfortable with. My friends in my own grade who I’ve been with since freshman year always trigger the fuck out of my anxiety (not their fault, but) and I’m not really that close to them for reasons beyond my grasp. They hug each other but simply…

I would love to try It Cosmetics- their foundation’s coverage seems flawless- but I can’t until the face up to the fact that people darker than tan exist :/

Oh gosh that is the WORST. (Continuation of the rant I posted on the “Becoming Ugly” post) One time when I was 15, I showed up to school in a tight floral shirt and knee-length jean skirt. They were new, so I wanted to show them off- it was that simple. One kid, who’s basically everyone’s gay best friend, asked why I…

A hooker who looks like a high school student and is wearing a puffy coat and sweatpants wandering around a residential area full of old people?

OMFG the fucking breakup bullshit. I did the opposite: I got long-ish faux French braids after four years of trying and failing to grow out the sprigs left on my head after I let someone who didn’t know what the fuck she was doing put chemicals in my hair because of Eurocentric beauty standards and stupid assholes. I…

Counterpoint: harem pants are a waste of fabric, but hey, you do you.

Hell, I remember my sleep pattern being completely fucked for 2+ months because of this case... 15 years after it happened. (This happened 3 years before I was born, so that’s nowhere near as weird as it sounds. I was still too old to be THAT frightened of it, but stunted adolescence does that.) But yeah, this is the…

Interesting trend I’ve noticed in my own life: I almost NEVER get catcalled when I actually put effort into my appearance. It’s virtually ALWAYS when I rolled out of bed and put on a coat to walk down to the drugstore, or I’m on my way to the hair salon, or it’s a Monday in the middle of the school year and I’m fresh…

Ugh the ridiculous standards. Not to hijack this girl’s very real experience, but: I remember when a construction crew (a friend of my dad’s and his employees) was installing a new shower in our bathroom. I laid down in my own bed, fully clothed, and started reading a book. My mom came upstairs and chastised me, “You…

I think that’s the worst feeling in the world- when a loss hits you so hard that you don’t think you can live anymore. For about 6-ish months after my mother died, I was convinced that I myself was about to die of the plague or Legionnaire’s disease or a heart attack or Amtrak accident or elevator accident or dog…

I’m trying to laugh, but it hurts.

That makes me a broke, unemployed 27-year-old without a college degree and living off of my father’s dime.

Hi Jezzies! I was looking for an open thread yesterday so I could post this:

These places seem like the goddamn worst. I will never forget the one time my dad and I went to see a movie a couple of years ago and he wanted to take me to Hooters afterwards.

This literally should have been his post-election speech.

My sentiments exactly.

It’s actually not so shitty. I got a bunch of Hamilton merch and a $200 gift card to Burlington. It kind of sucks that now I have to buy all the things I wanted for myself (I asked for a replacement phone screen, a case, and headphones- my old ones broke/got lost over a year, almost two years, and two weeks ago,…

I’ve cried daily since the 22nd. That day I got my SAT score (if any of you remember SNS three weeks ago, I felt pretty good about it). I scored 760 in reading/writing and 670 in math, so 1430 total. Why was I crying over a 1430, you may ask? I don’t even know. I wanted a 1500+ to be a contender for the Ivy League.…

I *HATE HATE HATE* Christmas Eve rain. And it’s rained every Christmas Eve for three years now! 😕

I’m giving my dad a “10 Rules For Dating My Daughter” T-shirt. Which I’m going to regret because he’s going to wear it whenever he picks me up from school, a party, a game, work, an open house, or anywhere I get to interact with male non-relatives close to my own age, forever and ever, amen.