Romantic love often goes sour.
According to my sister, I am the most irritable person alive.
He’s sooooo sweet and sooooo emotional and sooooo willing to bend-over-backwards for you. He’s the perfect guy, right? No, he’s a little bitch and you need to dispose of him immediately before the power dynamic becomes so off-kilter you’re practically begging him to dump you.
It seems that when we are not distracted or dying from the bubonic plague, we are creating our own diseases.
Weird, prude, old-fashioned. I’ve been called all of the above and more than once.
Whatever you do, do not contact him.
Hook up with someone who has a nice place What? Don’t act like you’ve never slept with someone because you were impressed with everything they had going on. It’s called desire, hon.
1. Who are those teenagers laughing at? Me, probably. Yep, it’s definitely me that they’re laughing at, so the real question is what did I do wrong? 2.
Mandatory things that require pants and waking up before 9am.
1. Medium-size clothes are your nemesis. They’re too tight, exposing every roll, wrinkle, and crevice. 2. Large-size clothes are too loose. The fit resembles that of a child who raided their parent’s closet. 3.