BRAYDEN DUVET. This absolutely broke me.
Wait. "kiss his boo-boo" from being hit in the head with a PILLOW?! Is the "pillow" actually an empty pillowcase filled with doorknobs? Because THAT is the kind of prankin' I'm into.
"Phan phorum." I DIE.
@kettleofhawks For the love of GOD, what is "Coon Cheese"??!?!?!?!?!? (see pg. 5)
Oh, goodie. I'm in the job market and have been sending out resumes. Maybe this is a sign to just...stay on unemployment until December?
@nevergiveaninch Sorry babe. It will get better though, I promise.
@wee_ramekin Shit, man, I blew through all of those already. Watch them again? Watch the last episode, over and over? Watch Poussey sing "Amazing Grace" over and over for hours? Yes. Absolutely yes.
@nevergiveaninch Just know that it comes in waves...you'll have a wonderful you-day and then get home to an empty apartment and completely break down. This is way corny, but go to the library (out of the house, yay!) and get a copy of "It's Called a Breakup Because it's Broken." and read that shit page for page. I go back to it after every breakup - it has some great advice. Especially the part about not contacting your ex!
Just take it as it comes, and I promise you that you are stronger than you feel right now. Hugs.
@errata stigmata I had this problem and it turned out to be endometrial polyps...totally benign, no biggie at all. Make an appointment for x-rays...the dildo-imager-up-your-coozy kind. And get off the Internet! The medical-symptoms one anyway.
Hi friends! BF is on tour with his band and I was maybe going to go visit my folks for the weekend so I didn't make plans for tonight. I'm normally more than fine with spending a night in alone, but I just got laid off (good!) and am recovering from a gnarly ankle sprain (shitty!) so I've been doing a lot of alone-at-home time lately. I'm making myself a fancy dinner but I'm in a depressive funk so can't see beyond that. Besides refreshing this thread all night, any suggestions to what might cheer me up a bit/good Netflix suggestions/bars in Boston where I can go, order a whiskey and read alone at the bar without being hit on?