@Better to Eat You With Oh I had a friend who would constantly talk to me about how childless friends couldn't understand her life... despite the fact that I was the one she called up to talk about her life most of the time. I was always like, hey, wait!
@Roaring Girl There is just so much juicy backstory to support the R+L theory. I've written many long rambling diatribes about it. Don't make me paste one here!
@zamboni Mmmmm good story. I do like a good looking wide penis. Also? You made me realize that I, too, have a banana!
@drunkennoodle omg you just reminded me of bloody hand prints on the wall from sexing doggy style... ahhhh I had to paint over them the next weekend.
@franceschances I just got my period a few minutes ago and I didn't have crippling pain in my hips and lower back for the past three days to warn me! Nbd though because it's the lightest flow that ever spotted! MIRENAAAAAA!
@zamboni Let's hear more about that giant dick.
I posted a story above, but then I realized that I could post dozens of stories about the Things I've Bled Through. I used to not be able to sit through a 45 minute class on heavy flow days. I've bled on (not my) sheets when I suddenly got my period while having a one night stand, I've bled onto bus seats during just an hour long bus ride, and the layers I've bled through are just ridiculous... tampon, overnight pad, underwear, jeans, sweatshirt, towel, socks (whatever sometimes it seems like a good idea to stuff a sock in there too WHAT THE HELL ELSE) and I have, on more than one occasion, considered ordering adult diapers online just so I don't FUCKING BLEED ON EVERYTHING. What could have been the worst was the time when I met a friend and his mom at a bus station and let them stay with me in my tiny European apartment, then sat up with them in my tiny cold kitchen talking and drinking well into the night and then standing up and hearing a "splat" and realizing that a HUGE globule of blood had escaped and since I was wearing a skirt, it had landed smack dab in between my feet on the floor, leaving no mystery as to where it came from. Friend's mom looked down, saw it, and looked up at me, and I met her eyes and gave her this "yeah, and what?" look and she didn't say anything. Granted, with a 2 gallon water heater my standards of hygiene had been seriously altered, but holy hell that could have been humiliating.
Anyway, I have a Mirena IUD now and these days are behind me. IN CASE YOU MISSED IT THE FIRST TIME I GOT A MIRENA IUD AND SO SHOULD YOU. *steps off bloody soapbox*
@fondue with cheddar In 9th grade I had it soak through my pad, through my jeans and even through the hoodie wrapped around my waist. I wore my backpack slung low to cover my butt and washed the blood out of the hoodie in the bathroom, then wrapped it back around my waist. I then realized that it looked like I had peed myself.
@harebell While I definitely have had fantasies about living abroad (and fulfilled them!) I got stuck on some of the same points that you did.
I think the language issue, coming up at the end, had me a little bemused. I imagine that if one couldn't really get by on Spanish one would be seeking other Americans or English-speaking non-natives, but honestly, I don't understand the appeal of that... it sounds more like an extended vacation than immersion.
I haven't logged in FOREVER but had to respond to this.
I went to the Lilith Fair in 1997 and saw Tracy Chapman and she was amazing. She blew everyone else away. It was a really strange, difficult transitional time for me, and I listened to the song "She's Got a Ticket" about as much as I listened to Tom Petty's "Time to Move On."