100%: taking a taxi when public transport is totally, utterly, entirely, completely, 100% viable
with me it's "what you see is what you get" and what you get is lots of wine bottles and cigarettes and terrible books and internet tabs open to ex-boyfriends and their news girlfriends on holidays and pads everywhere. i don't know how pads and tampons get into every single nook! they're in their box one second and the next.... everywhere.
also i recently had a guy i was seeing ask me completely sincerely "so do you always carry a bottle of wine in your handbag?" so now i'm more paranoid about my handbag contents than anything else
i didn't know that bunheads was cancelled until i just saw this. unfortunately i am now so sad that i can't actually read the article, because it'll make me more sad, but i imagine i agree with all of the above.
i loved bunheads. i loved it. michelleeeeee.
@Buffy Summers no but everywhere fun IS too loud
Your Lease Is Up Soon And You've Not Found A New Place
So, You Forgot To Bring Tampons: First Date
So, You Forgot To Bring Tampons 2: Very Busy Day At Work
Your Ex Is Coming To This Party Tonight
@tea sonata !!!!
hello. question for people who live in new york... does anyone have advice on where to go for kickboxing classes? i think i'd like to do kickboxing classes, but i have no idea where to even start... new york is overwhelming me with its unlimited choices and the only way i can do anything is if i get a recommendation first. actually, even just a GYM recommendation. although also kickboxing. although also just normal boxing? i really have extremely little knowledge of things outside of "cheap wine" and "how to make chilli" and "amanda bynes"
I recently wept on a rooftop over some serious family stuff to a guy i'd been kissing for about two weeks (very cool of me, one of my most highly recommended tactics is to appear both damaged and insecure early on in a undefined relationship) and at the end I asked him, dramatically, "Do I look like I've been crying?" hoping the answer would be "You look like a rose after the rain" or similar but instead he was like "Yes, you should definitely get downstairs and wash your face, try not to let anyone see you" which he was absolutely correct about because I looked like a wet, scrumpled up bit of paper with the ink running.
Also important: is the show the BBC version of Wallander
@Faintly Macabre yes same idea- my dad is from a non English speaking country and so he would speak in his native language to us so no one else could understand and it put the fear of god into you. Like you knew the drive home was going to involve lots of shouting if you kept going down the path you were going down (followed, always, by your favourite dessert being made if you were really sorry)
You know honestly, i know this has been said a million times, but let me add my own voice to the chorus here (narcissism!): these kids sound like nightmares but it really is their parent's fault not theirs. Maybe take a long hard look at the people who are your friends. I have many younger brothers and sisters and we ran absolute riot around our own house, doing all kinds of various terrible things, but had we put a foot out of line in someone else's home my dad would be furious. I remember crying at a friend's house once because my dad said no to me and to this day I can remember the look on his face. He was super into being respectful of other people's space and boundaries, regardless of what our lives were like at home, and I am forever thankful for that, especially reading something like this. My dad loved dinner parties, and we were absolutely not allowed to interfere with the ones he threw, never mind dragging us to someone else's. I think this ties into an idea of having an awareness both of adult boundaries and that of children's- my dad neither wanted to force our presence on others, nor force theirs on us. He lnew we were all mad in our own wats and while at home he encouraged it, in pther people's homes he was strict but fair about how we treated each other and our hosts. To this day when I ring home, I'm surprised at how incredibly polite and well trained my siblings are when hey answer the phone, which was part off dad's emphasis on manners.
Also relevant: when I was about nine, I had a French exchange stay with me who stole EVERYTHING that wasn't glued down. Money, my little glass animals that I looked after like precious jewels, my mother's actual jewellery, items from friends houses that I took him to, which was obviously mortifying for me. And he kept saying oh you have to visit us we live in a chateau in Paris. My parents hated him, this little ten year old, and told everyone what a sneak he was (he also rejected all our food - my dad is a chef - as "too disgusting for words" and ate only salad) . One night, stranded in France, we ended up staying in his home, which was actually a barn at the foot of the hill near someone else's chateau. There were spiders everywhere, and his parents made my mum and dad stay up until six am listening to their avant garde music, which was essentially just pure screaming. In the morning, breakfast was tricky as they didn't use cutlery so we had to drink our cereal. As we drove away the next day all my dad could say was, that poor boy- he never stood a chance.