May I introduce you to the concept of chopsticks?

Yikes, this describes me eerily well.

It’ll be 25 years this week!

OP, you OK?

Maybe not objectively bad, but mine is '60s music. Even the super sugary pop crap (well, minus bubblegum). Even though a lot of the lyrics haven’t aged well. I just love it. SiriusXM’s '60s Gold stays on my radio dial!

Also, I love being in the sun. I’m super pale and I’ve had to have a bunch of things removed and biopsied by the dermatologist, so now I load up on sunblock and avoid the sun like a vampire, which makes me sad. I know it’s bad for me but I really do love the sun 💛

43 and it’s Cap’n Crunch for me. It happens once every few years and I always regret it.

It’s completely natural.

Are you disgusted by cellulite? If so, why?

Build a wall, make the USA pay for it

(Kidding, mostly.)

I don’t think I’ve ever eaten a pizza roll. What are they like? Basically pizza flavored hot pockets, I’m imagining?

Ugh I used to live near a bagel place like this and it was amazing. Unfortunately the landlord raised rent so much that the business ended up closing.

I avoid going out during busy times - e.g., rush hour, school zones, restaurants on a Friday or Saturday night.

I could make a solid argument for the '60s

South Park season 27 episode 4, I’m guessing

More please!

I hear you. I was always a skinny kid, but I went through some bad, traumatic shit in my early twenties and ballooned up - from 105 to 177 as a 5’0" woman. Being obese sucked and I’ve worked super hard to get the weight off and keep it off. But in the meantime the HAES / fat acceptance thing took off and now I feel like I’m living in bizarro world. I hated being obese for so many reasons and can’t imagine how people can convince themselves that it’s okay to just remain like that. I mean, to each their own, but they’re setting themselves up for disease and disability. I think it’s really sad.

Isn’t this pretty normal for a freight elevator?

We dropped not just one but two of the most horrific weapon ever developed on a civilian population.

French and Spanish only at my first high school (NJ), and French, Spanish, and German at my second high school (PA so the inclusion of German makes sense).

Into my largest suitcase: cash, medicine, important paperwork, yearbooks, favorite childhood stuffed animals, a week of everyday clothes, photo albums, every greeting card my husband has ever given me, as much makeup and nail polish as I can fit (shit’s expensive!), phone, kindle, the watercolor I had commissioned of my dog who is no longer with us, and my box of yorkshire gold