Haven’t looked at my yearbooks lately but I can guarantee that none of the messages contained semi-colons. HE USED A SEMI-COLON!
By whizz_dumb on Friday Open Thread
I've decided to embrace my inner derelict bachelor side for a while and not try, not force things, not necessarily give up but let myself off the hook. Don't buy groceries, eat out a lot, party with friends even more. Still dress well (by my standards) and stay clean bodied, but let my apartment get/stay messy. (I'll get back to staying on top of apartment cleaning at some point when I'm motivated but right now I'm trying this slob thing out for a while because, why not? I don't have a roommate besides a cat who probably loves the clutter.) Oh, and above all else: stop internet dating and know that someone will come along (naturally, probably in no time) and it'll be amazing. It has happened before.
@funfetti See my comment above! (Rhubarb simple syrup, Grey Goose, squeeze of lime, top that off with some club soda and a dash of bitters.)
By Emby on Friday Open Thread
Hey! So, everyone (or at least some folks) wanted me to let them know when my Washington Post story came out. And it did! Today! You can read it here.
It was originally going to go magazine, but the Style section was able to get it out in a timelier fashion.
Read if you're interested in: African-American history; forgotten cemeteries; local DC history; neighborhood politics; community gadflies; and/or archaeology.
Ladysmith Black Mambazo.
Thank you list-maker and commenters for giving me all the laughs I ever wanted. Good stuff.
My double mastectomy and reconstruction weren't prophylactic (I had cancer, while not having either BRCA gene). I've had a lot of issues with feeling desirable since, and while that's improving, reading Angelina Jolie own her choice both powerfully and non-apologetically certainly helps.
@katiemcgillicuddy edith you are not an attic wife you are a MAIN FLOOR wife
I sometimes worry about my emotional investment in this site an how I really FEEL ALL THE FEELINGS after every big change. So I'll just say: Welcome, Emma! and Edith, you are the best and I'll miss your writing.
Today I saw a photo of myself from a year ago and I am so, so skinny; I look all wrong, I look as if I might break, I look as if I don't know how to be in my own bones.
And I look so miserable, and I remember the photo being taken, and I remember I was thinking as she took the picture jesuschrist I am SO FAT, I am SO FAT , and I- I just wasn't. I really, really fucking wasn't.
And I am fatter now; and I am happier now; and it was like a little tiny breakthrough, or a little tiny noticing of a massive breakthrough, and I feel like this is the sort of post to say it, and I'll never say it on Twitter or Facebook or even to anybody I know in the world.
But anyway, thank you, thank you so much for writing this, it was beautiful. Thank you. And your photo made me grin, because so much fucking triumph. Thank you. Ta.