She will almost certainly grow out of it. Right now, she’s experimenting with techniques and colors, trying to establish her self-image, and probably trying to blend in with the in crowd. I used makeup with a very heavy hand when I was a freshman and sophomore, but in my junior and senior years I had realized that the makeup was aggravating my acne, and also it wasn’t improving my looks. During those years, I wore mascara, a little eyeshadow, and a little lip gloss.
I wish, but between her mom the dingbat, who is divorcing hubby number two, and the fact she is living with her father, I fear that there are no good examples in her life, only horrible warnings. There is much dry rot and insect damage on that side of the family tree. The middle cousin did the best thing and moved 1300 miles away.
Dear Oil Company, I am NO LONGER ON AUTOMATIC DELIVERY. I’ve told you a ZILLION TIMES both over the phone and in writing that when I finish playing off my bill, I’m done because I’ve since discovered that you are the MOST EXPENSIVE in this area. So please, you might want to tell your driver this so he doesn’t get all pissy at my husband when he arrives to fill the tank, only to discover it’s already full because I had the LESS EXPENSIVE company fill it for a one-time fee! And they’ll give me burner service FOR FREE!
I can’t wait to sell this house.
Hey, roommate. When you mentioned that you thought I was leaving blood on the toilet seat two weeks ago, I felt really bad about it. I try to be very careful during that time, but I apparently wasn’t careful enough. I appreciated your patience in not throttling me, and made a point of wiping everything down after using the facilities during that time of the month, weather or not I saw anything.
That being said, that was two weeks ago. The note you left last night saying it was still happening all the time? No. No it’s not. Because I am not on my period. And because the last time I heard you go and unnecessarily clean, it was immediately after I had wiped down the entire toilet seat area and the floor with the spray after having to plunge. Not because there was any mess around the toilet, mind you, as there wasn’t a fucking drop of overflow, but because I wanted to be careful. For your benefit.
Look, girl; you’ve got me to the point where I actively try to avoid going to the bathroom in my own goddamn apartment. I don’t know what it is you think you’re seeing, but it’s clear that you’re fucking nuts. I don’t feel guilty anymore.
Personally, I would very much like it if you did less delusional bitching, and more paying of rent. However, unlike you, I have a very fun note from the landlord outlining the lack of rent-paying, so my grievance actually fucking exists.
Hey, snowplow driver? Don’t you ever fucking smile and wave at us while we’re standing at the end of the driveway, attempting to shovel out the icebergs you ever so kindly piled up on us. THEN, when we’re done, did a decent job - enough so I can get out of the driveway - don’t you PLOW US BACK IN. I watched you drop the shovel 20’ before our drive, grabbing snow from the boulevard, and putting it back where we just removed it.
Fucker.
It’s rainy and snowy and wet today, and you know what that means - a bunch of idiot drivers splashing pedestrians!
I would like to hunt down every single driver who splashed me today, line them all up on the sidewalk, and drive by them really fast and splash them all. Oh, and that driver who managed to get slush and water on my shirt, even though he was a whole lane away from me, I was wearing a coat, and I used my umbrella as a shield - he’s going to be made to stand in a cold puddle for half an hour, barefoot.
Hey asshole drug dealer - I guess you didn’t hear the news that my niece died of an overdose of your drugs. So happy that your text to her resulted in your arrest and the Fentanyl patches that were found in your possession can’t kill another teenager. You’re beyond lucky that her family exhibited astronomical restraint in letting the police handle it. I would have offered to meet you in an alley and brought a baseball bat, if you know what I’m sayin’.
Have you checked the garage?
Or neighbors garages.
I pit Michigan. One, getting car insurance in this state is expensive. With the help of my insurance claims adjuster sister, I was able to get the payments for one driver and one car down to only $104 a month. Then I found out that I couldn’t even use that payment method and instead needed to either pay the full six months up front ($600) or pay half now and half in February ($315). All because you want your ridiculous fees now and not later. ($87.50 and $8.50 every six months) That is absurd! It cost $400 to get my husband’s car plated this weekend that I was not prepared for. Gah!
I anti-rant my previous rant. Turns out I AM pregnant.
And I’ll get to be 9 months pregnant in late August. Eeeeewwwww.
Let me be the first (Doper) to offer you a heartfelt “Congratulations!”
I hate shovelling.
For a few years I have paid the nice Mr. Plow man to come and snowblow my driveway with his nice big machine. It has been a wonderful experience to stand on my front porch in the morning with my steaming cup of coffee and watch him quickly remove the two feet of snow that accumulated overnight and, at the same time, watch my neighbours as they struggled to move the snow from behind their cars so they could get to work.
Last year was a quite mild year and I estimate that Mr. Plow showed up about 4 or 5 times all year with the majority of times being for a minor 5-10 cm. I get the estimate for this years service and am thinking it will be the same or maybe a bit less than last year. Alas, the bastage has increased his price. After last year I am thinking, having this done for you is nice but not $100 bucks a shot nice! FUCK THAT, I’M SHOVELLING MYSELF!!!
After just shovelling about 5 cm of accumulation of the wet crap that falls when it is just hovering at freezing plus the little pile that the street plow left in the front of my driveway (only about 1/4 of what it will be during the next little storm, I’m sure) I humbly submit that, yes, I hate shovelling and yes it is, in fact, worth $100 a shot to have it done by someone else. I’ve just set aside the first $5 for next year’s Mr. Plow fund.
I’m so stressed being in the middle of my husband and my best friend. I feel like I can’t make either one happy. Whatever I decide will make one of them upset. Can’t we just find a way to make us all happy? Please?
Well, that’s it for kitty. Max passed away quietly at the vet’s office at 12:15 today. I had a feeling her hiding behaviour last night was not a good sign, and she was very sick this morning, so it was time. Rest in peace, Max. You were a good kitty.
I’m so sorry, Cat Whisperer. Thanks for helping Max.
Oh hell, I am so sorry 
Bless you for taking such good care of her, right to the very end.
Sorry, but seriously? All of your complaining about NOT being pregnant and now you’re complaining about being pregnant already? Wow. :rolleyes:
Congratulations!
In an attempt to delay that blessed state for a while, my new pill has now given me seven unscheduled days of “breakthrough bleeding”, so it’s back to the GP I go. Bets on they give me a coil, as she’d already hinted my age was a contra-indication for the pill, grr. I feel bloody old now - literally 
You did the right thing.