The first time I heard Fiona Apple, my friend Kristen was driving me home from school, so she could loan me a dress for Homecoming. The dress was a royal blue satin halter with a rhinestone choker collar. We listened to Criminal, like, 15 times in her Dodge Shadow. I never wore the dress.
@parallel-lines @kirs There is a website with a horrible name but I am going to refer you to it because it has actually totally changed my life (along with therapy, fine, whatever). It is called Daughters of Narcissistic Mothers Dot Com.
@stonefruit I am not exaggerating when I say that I expect on the Indigo Girls day to pee with relief/excitement.
@Olivia2.0 Maybe so, but I have Susan Miller. She's all I ever need.
Oh my goodness. I lost my iPhone last night. This morning I found it in my 2-year-old's potty. I am a Gemini.
@dk Seriously, ours is almost two and we're still having what we lovingly refer to as "twat days" that are followed by things like suddenly using possessive tense. I guess what I'm saying is, if my brain was exploding, I would also maybe have disturbed sleep/bite someone.
All I want in life is for those amazing Dutch people to make a Wonder Weeks that covers ages 2-18.
The two resources I shove into the hands of all expecting and new parents over and over until they listen to me are The Wonder Weeks and askmoxie.org's sleep regression posts. Because there are many, many days when your baby becomes SOMEONE ELSE'S DEMON CHILD and there is almost always a weird brain explosion happening. Knowing that you are not alone is a much better feeling than wondering exactly what you did to break the baby and fighting about who broke the baby and no we are never getting intimate again, you disgust me, at 4 AM with soggy nips.
On Pin Pals
This reminds me of how I signed up for a pen pal program with my favorite podcast and then I never wrote to her and every time I think about writing, I think about how long it has been and the guilt drives me to eat spoonfuls of Biscoff spread and I might cry a little about how bad I feel about it. Not that she has written to me, either. Better to dwell on my own failings than delve into being rejected by a podcast pen pal.
@magnolia Thirded, really, thank you. This weekend stinks.
Think about whether your tattoo represents you or who you want to be. The one (of six) tatoo I regret is a text tattoo on the inside of my wrist that was supposed to remind me to try to be a certain kind of person. Eight years later, I've finally come to terms with the kind of person I actually am, and this tattoo reminds me of me before years of work in therapy. My shitty 17-year-old tattoo, on the other hand, reminds me of being 17, which is both shitty and exhilarating and I will never regret it, even though it already looks terrible and has stretch marks.
In sum: Don't get an aspirational tattoo. It's like getting your goal weight tattooed on your FUPA.