If you’re reading this I want the best for you in life. Whether you need closure or peace or strength or health or prosperity or safety or love or understanding or courage or wisdom or forgiveness or whatever it is, I hope you get it.
I love people who say, “I don’t like funerals” or “I can’t do the whole hospital thing.”
As if the rest of us are wearing wrist bands, cracking glow sticks & tailgating to get into those places.
No one likes them, fuckface, you go out of love & respect.
You fucking show up.
I won’t send you nudes, but I’ll sit with you when you’re sad, celebrate with you when you’re happy, believe in you when you don’t believe in yourself, and remind you everyday that you matter in this world.
I believed in the tooth fairy until age 9
I believed in Santa until age 12
I believed in true love until age 45
Now I’m just trying to believe in myself
2000: “With our great minds, in the next 20 years we will be colonizing Mars.”
2020: “Gather round everyone, here’s a video on how to wash your hands.”
Him: “Describe what you’re wearing right now”
Me: (in yoga pants I didn’t do yoga in, T-shirt I’ve had on for days w/various food stains, fuzzy socks bc I’m freezing, hair in bun)
“Just out of the shower so tank, panties and no bra”
Him: “So hot”
Me: *resumes eating ice cream
Saw an owl this morning. Pretty cool until it started flying and then I was running like I was being chased by a fucking Pterodactyl. Have you ever actually seen their wingspan? Jurassic Park lookin’ mother fucker scared the shit outta me.
When I was a kid we didn’t have this happy ‘Elf on the Shelf’ shit to keep us behaved for a Santa visit. We had ‘Grouch on the Couch’ saying, “Clean your fucking room or we’re calling the North Pole and you’ll never see Santa again.”
One of my colleagues is 6’ 4”, I am barely 5’ 4”, this transaltes to his stride being double mine.
When we walk down the street it looks like Super Mario is chasing a Giraffe.
My point? Slow down for your short friends...motherfuckers.
Why do many homemade porn vids have a TV blaring in the background? You were sitting there watching ‘The Price is Right’ & thought, “Wanna film ourselves fuckin’?”
So now I’m more invested in the show & want to know who wins, but nooo your lame bf came too fast so the vid ends.
Just left a message for a client and accidentally ended it with, “ok, love you, bye.”
So if any of you need me I’ll be in the corner willing myself to die.
I care about be size of your heart
I care about the size of your mind
I care about the size of your humor
I care about the size of your altrusim
I care about the size of your love
I don’t care about the size of your dick or your wallet. You do. I don’t. Learn what to lead with.
Dear not all men,
You know how our stories sometimes drag on, almost like we are missing a point? And then you usually nod and pretend you’re interested just so it’ll end?
Yah, so, same when we fake our orgasms. Good talk.
Love,
most women
Is it acceptable to wear my wedding dress to the final divorce hearing? Toss the judge a bouquet & ask people in the court room to do a flash mob dance while I roll around to Madonna’s, “Like a virgin?”
Cuz, like, I really don’t need him having second thoughts.
In my day, we didn’t have Google. We needed 72 hours of spare time, a ride to the library, a card catalog, and possibly a visit to the microfiche machine to find out, “What year was George Washington born?”
We joke a lot on here, but in all sincerity, I wish you the best for 2021. I feel like we quarantined as a group, and for me, it was nice to have this place as an escape and a resource. Sending peace, love, health, and happiness to you and your families. Happy New Year. Be safe.
The word ‘panties’ creeps me out. The word ‘underwear’ sounds geriatric. So until a better word is made, I’m just not going to wear any. Problem solved.
Yes, fitted sheets are a pain in the ass to fold, but they are bigger assholes in the dryer - making little hobo packs out of other things you’re drying, and then you have to play a fucking game of tether ball to unwind the thing.
I feel much better having shared that.
I honestly don’t understand women who won’t go down on their man, but expect their man to go down on them. Or the ones who reserve blowjobs for a special occasion. WTF? It’s a two way street, ladies.
When we were kids my brother took a lawn dart to the head. My grandfather pulled it out, dumped peroxide on it, slapped on a bandaid and we resumed playing.
Because it was the late 70s and we weren’t pussies.
Let me break it down, if you’re trying to give someone a good massage, while they are also trying to do the same to you, then no one fully enjoys the experience.
This is why 69 sucks.
Class dismissed.
Dear men,
It’s super sweet when you try to solve our problems, but, like you’re not google or ice cream, so just, you know, be there, listen, and hold us if we ask.
Love,
Women
The hottest person in the room is the one standing in their confidence and kindness. No bravado. No barking loudest. No need for validation. No clique. No self-assigned labels or monikers. No hate. Just still and humbly owning their worth.
My ‘happy place’ goal is to be on a farm in the middle of nowhere, barefoot, in a sundress, swinging on a porch swing with the love of my life, sipping iced tea, listening to good music and watching tall grass sway in a warm breeze.
If I can reach that in life, then I’m done.