I’ll take twelve
You know. For your FEMALE DISORDERS like feelings and dreams. (From the always incredible BIRCH from Memphis Flickr feed.)
You know. For your FEMALE DISORDERS like feelings and dreams. (From the always incredible BIRCH from Memphis Flickr feed.)
If you keep your mouth shut and try to roll with the punches when something bothers you, you run the risk of being completely run over. Or of being called passive-aggressive later, when you draw attention to the fact that you knew shit wasn’t right but that you were picking your battles and trying to be understanding, even against your better instincts. But if you open your mouth straightaway, you’re going to get called a…
My crud seems to be worsening. I might actually have to haul ass to the doctor, despite my eight-year-old-inner-child protests. On the subject of frigidity (we were talking about that, right?), I finally reviewed The World’s Dumbest Book. Did that feel good, you ask? Yes. Yes, it did. I got so carried away that I left out the part where the author lists her cures to low self-esteem. Among them? Cut out all sugar, refined…
This is just fucking embarrassing. I put up a post at iDiva approximately 12 hours ago but so far I am the only person on the planet to have voted in the little poll (I’m sure you can guess which response I voted for). I think as soon as people see my byline over there, they keep scrolling or something. So go read the post and vote, wouldja? At least make it look like what…
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