“Will you remember meeee…?”

Forgotten Bottom: Philadelphia neighborhood, or title of my forthcoming autobiography?

P.S. “Search here”…in Forgotten Bottom… <Beavis laugh>

I can’t believe I’m an adult they’re letting furnish a home.

Can’t say I expected to burst out laughing while shopping for window treatments.

Nice work, Target Reviewer!

#PaleGrayWall

No, really… I am a grown woman.

[Beavis snicker]

Don’t mind if I do!

I ordered vitamins and they sent a shipping confirmation that said “Track your box” and I am 12.

I can’t believe I’m a grownup…

Heh…heh… [/beavis]

There’s a time and place for “The Naked Man.” Wait. No, there isn’t.

New rule: Body acceptance be damned, if *I* can’t be naked, YOU can’t be naked, and I am way the fuck cuter than you naked. 

By the way, I didn’t write this — I wish I had, but it’s a friend of a friend. I just love the wordplay that accompanies the incredibly valid point. “Ambushed.” Tee hee. (I know, I’m 12.)