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@figwiggin But I want someone else to bring itttt. That's the whole point of the "work perk"!
@bangs My last place was small enough that our boss bought each of us a 12-pack of our favorite soda every week. This meant me guzzling Diet Code Red until I secreted red aspartame. I miss it so.
@gobblegirl Get a tape measure and do your own measurements! Bust, waist, hip, thigh, upper arm, inseam. Once you have these numbers, it'll be a lot easier to choose sizes. However it's still a crapshoot sometimes (especially with cheaper stores or stores with made-up sizing).
@figwiggin I remember saying this in another thread about eShakti, but the couple of dresses I bought from that site were this thin awful wrinkly cotton. I'd avoid eShakti unless you love ironing.
This is what I sound like when I do karaoke. Which is why I don't do karaoke. I'm sparing the audience the pain.
All this cake would kill me. Yes, a piece is fine here and there, but when you work with a ton of people, birthdays tend to come pretty frequently. I cannot be eating regular cake.
Our only pitiful work perk is that someone brings in bagels once a week. I had to quit bagels when I changed my eating habits. I wish someone would bring in some fresh fucking fruit once in a while. An orange won't kill you.
@gravie My parents went through a horrifically messy divorce in the year before I got married. I know what led to their failure and I'm determined not to let myself play their games (the Cold Shoulder or perhaps the Wall Punch), even if that's all I know based on my upbringing.
@andrea disaster Haha, I grew up in a rural place and got married at 22 (and we're very happy many years later, tyvm). We moved to a city some years later and everyone - EVERYONE, every. last. person - looks at us with sad "I'm sorry you're religious" eyes when we mention the age at which we got married. When it comes up that we're not religious, they get evermore confused...
A lady: fabulous advice for LW2. Hell, I'm married and I'm taking a little bit of what you said to heart. It's okay to be alone (i.e., not surrounded by friends and acquaintances), and it's okay for friends to drift apart as they discover that inertia is the only thing that's kept them in the same circle.
DO NOT DITCH YOUR FRIENDS.
The only thing I truly regret in my quest for self-actualization is that I feel so alone. It's so incredibly hard to meet people post-college that the folks you know who share your background will be the ones who best understand you, and not just the you who does yoga/plays kickball/shares an art class.
@sugarmagnolia You see, though, I'm torn. I lost nearly 100 pounds over the past two years and have gone from a 42C to a 34DD. My breasts are empty skin sacks that still require a big cup to contain all the skin. It sucks, but at least I can make them look dandy under clothes. I hate my boobs now, but over time the skin has been snapping back...