Misery doesn't love company, it loves sympathy! Well, at least I do. You guys are so sweet.
I'm pretty sure that this helped me more than the year of mother-inflicted therapy for my "disrespectfulness" did...my therapist actually told me to just ignore her. What does that say about my mother, I ask you??
And no, we don't have the option of purchasing a meal card. It's included in tuition--unlimited crap!
So I focus on my boobs. They don't let me down!
"I am special, I am special! Please, God, please, don't let me be normal!" ---Louisa, The Fantasticks
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Intolerant of intolerance.