I haven't exercised in weeks because I broke my thumb and can't get a sports bra on. That's legitimate, right?
@Jen@twitter This for me too--it had been five years of singlehood until September. I've been the single one of my friends for so long that I sort of identified myself that way. My big struggle so far has been trying to open up when I'm so used to being responsible only to myself. It's hard to be vulnerable.
@tangocharlie Yeah, my dad is a big guy (and white), and has stories from his youth of seeing women cross to the other side of the street to avoid him.
He once terrified a woman who thought he was following her--he was going to visit my mom (then gf), she was going to visit my mom's sister. The woman burst into tears when he came up the stairs behind her.
@Tuna Surprise A fbook friend of mine, in all seriousness, reacted that "It's hard times being the white folk." I find it terribly upsetting.
He's a friend from childhood, of my brother's. I keep him in my feed so I can see different reactions to things. He and his crew is convinced that there was no race involved until Sharpton and the media got involved. I just--don't get where they're coming from. At all.
@pennylaner YES! I loved this one! But we always sang the moral as "Don't trust a guy"
Today is my birthday! Rock on, fellow Gems!
@anachronistique My bro and I both have names that seem like they should be obvious but that people screw up constantly (first and last). It is a weird bonding experience. S-I-L is in the club now, too, since she took the last name.
@Scandyhoovian Tragic Kingdom was my second, after Ace of Base!!
aghhh, she's fab! Nuclear Seasons is still my jam.
Oh god, this happened to me once, except I was at Fuddrucker's. Felt a tickle on the back of my scalp, scratched, pulled my hand away to find a fat, white, bloated tick, fully satiated, trying to waddle home. It was horrifying!
I also remember waking up one morning in the summer, shortly after a camping trip, with a black spot next to my eye. Mom looked at it; was it a bruise? We woke Dad up for a second opinion. It was not a bruise. Dad found two more hiding in my hair and killed them with fire.