I wish my boyfriend would understand that I don't want to tell him explicitly what I want for my birthday or that I want him to bring me flowers or my favourite cookies every now and then, because I don't want him to buy me things to get things for free- I want him to give me those things to show me that he thinks of me on his way home, that he sees something and thinks "She would like that" and then can't wait to see the smile on my face. I want him to know me and listen to me when I talk about something I want. But how can I make him know this without actually saying this - as saying it would totally defeat the purpose, because then I couldn't enjoy any flower he brings home because I'd just think he did it for the wrong reasons?

Sometimes I think "What I would tell myself when I was younger to talk myself out of suicide?" What moment would I show myself to make me untie the noose and think, this is worth powering through. This weekend I found it. My daughter came out of the tub with wet hair and handed me a brush. Rushed excitedly to my chair, turned her back to it and closed her eyes. Seeing the smile in her face as I brushed her hair is legit one of the greatest feelings in the history of the world. This was worth everything.

So me and this Black guy at work found out we were both half Jewish and we started exchanging really bad Jew jokes. It's become a running gag. "I'm a Black Jew, so they put me in the back of the oven.", "The doors on the gas chamber were coin operated and no one in my family was willing to pay up.", "Always haggle him down before you steal his bike. If it's under $800 it's not grand theft. I don't need a 3rd strike." Well I was googling myself in preparation for job interviews and one listed nickname was "shekelmancer" I'm like, oh shit. Even though my social media is anonymous, I must have used an email linked to my name to sign up! Well, this is gonna be an awkward interview.

So this strange little (woman?) At my office with blue hair and a nose ring was saying how much "cooler" she was than my buddy because he wears (boring) suit. I couldn't help thinking back to when I was in a punk band. Years ago an old bandmate had just got off tour with Warped and we were discussing how our new band would dress on stage. He was wearing emo skinny jeans to let you know how long ago this is. We all came to the conclusion that pierced noses and dyed hair was so retro we would be a laughing stock. Like the people we're trying to flip off must be dead by now. Most of us had sleeve tats and gauges at that point. It was already passe. I just can't help thinking this woman fell through a time warp. Like maybe her email address ends in @aol.com?

I currently hate my work so much that I cry literally every day. I don't know how to make it through the next hour, let alone next few months. The thing is, I'll only be here for the next few months. Then I'll be referred to the workplace I actually want to work at, so it wouldn't make any sense to quit. I already tried everything, I tried negotiating with my boss, tried to talk to my co-workers about the things that are bugging me, but there's no point. Things are as they are. I can't even take my holiday leave or a sick leave during those months, because then I'd risk losing the position. I have to sit through it. Somehow.

My brother likes pranking my cat. But this time it's a totally different level. He cut off her whiskers. Cat whiskers never grows back and I'm sooo pissed off at him that I wanna sue him for doing that. It was just stupid I think. Now my cat is always tired and anxious at her surroundings...

This has been driving me crazy does anyone know the name of the puppy game Eve was playin in the 8 passengers vlog today when chad got suspended I have looked every where for the name I can’t seem to find it

I think "casual relationships" are pointless. I just see them as a waste of time. People just using each other for sex instead of putting that effort into actually finding a partner seems really stupid and shallow. Nobody I know agrees with me. Everyone is just fine with the idea of casually making yourself that vulnerable to somebody, everyone's just totally fine with being that close and intimate with someone they have no feelings for. But maybe I'm just too emotional. Maybe I just don't need sex like normal people seem to. I just hate feeling alone on this.

Remodeling houses and building things is so much fun. I'm doing my first project right now- adding a door to my basement- and it's just making me want to renovate more stuff. I really like it. It's so fun watching things just... slowly appear. Like beans turn into walls within seconds once you slap on the drywall. It's awesome.

Describe your music taste to me, mine is basically 2009