Is it a midlife crisis, or is perimenopause unmasking all the neurodivergent traits you didn't realize you had and now you can't be bothered to re-mask for society's sake and it's actually pretty freeing, so now you're on the path to diagnosis?

I've had diarrhea all day, and got fired while being laid off, and this STILL isn't the worst Valentine's Day I've ever had.

Is there a word for the number after 'thrice'?

I'm trying to find an eloquent way of saying how many times I've pooped today.

Damnit, I'm having a good time.

Current status: Waiting for a party to begin, which I suggested for someone who, immediately after beginning planning of said party, pissed off my husband, and now I don't even want to be involved, but I put the wheels in motion. Will I ever learn? Almost definitely not.

Is Johnny Beaver over here?

What up, bitches?