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It doesn't even have to be an allergic reaction - idiopathic urticaria (hives just because) is a real thing, and can be harder to treat than hives due to an allergy. And it may not go far enough to be neurotic, but every time I'm exposed to somebody with some kind of infestation (scabies, head lice, body lice...), I itch like crazy. I don't have to actually catch it, just be around it, and knowing that it's psychosomatic doesn't make it itch any less.

Efrain? As in Zimbalist Jr? But he's dead.

Which thing? There are so many.

I don't know - it's sort of cute in a "notice me, senpai" sort of way.

Right after spring break is good, too, in terms of the weather, at least. We lived there, so I don't know how the quickly the hotels recover from the breakers. Also, worst place I've been on vacation? Cape Cod - had to stay at the mother in law's. Jesus Christ, she could ruin Christmas in Heaven.

I'd be willing to bet that the skinny girl doesn't eat that way every day, although I'm really curious to know if she managed to keep it down (not because she's bulimic, but because the average human stomach isn't made to hold that kind of volume.) It is an unhealthy meal, but one meal isn't necessarily indicative of one's usual diet.

She didn't just lose 100 lbs - that skin is fairly taut. You lose 100 lbs, you sag like hell, even at her age. And she didn't just run a marathon. With such a load on her weight-bearing joints, I doubt that she could walk a marathon without serious pain. Yes it's mean to pick on fat people, but making up a positive back story doesn't make fat healthy. Yes, skinny people get diabetes; part of it is genetic, but I have also seen (not read about, or heard about) patients normalize their blood sugar by losing weight. They didn't get to model-thin, either, just down to a normal BMI. And excess weight will tear the hell out of your feet, ankles, knees, and hips - yes, skinny people get arthritis, too, but being obese will cause more damage sooner - and will make repairs more likely to fail. It's not a judgement, it's simple mechanics.

On a date?

WTF is a 6? The Saffir-Simpson scale only goes up to 5.

This. If you develop a reputation for being nice, it's about as helpful as stapling a door mat to your back.

And up here, each winter, every winter, all winter long it's OMG!!!SNOWMAGEDDON!!!!!! If you listen to the news, we ought to still be buried under the snow from 2 years ago.

Just stop. If you had any friends in school, they're too embarrassed to admit it, and their only interaction with you now is to toss a quarter in your general direction when they see you on the street.

Why are you bothering? She's not going to want to go on a date if she's going to have to take the subway or the bus. And she's not going to want to have to put newspapers all over the front seat of her car. (It's pretty much general knowledge that if you ever got that close to a real girl, you'd soil yourself.)

But sometimes you need all those vowels.

Don't despair. They said that about deep-fried Twinkies and Oreos and dill pickles, too.

If a cop showed up at your door, not only would your mom tell him where you were, she'd trip you when you tried to run. Then while you were languishing in a holding cell, she'd move, and leave no forwarding address.

No. This is not garden variety shit, it's wear your tinfoil hat cause the Illuminati are lying to all of us about everything, but especially about cigarette smoke type shit.

You've never seasoned a cast iron skillet in your life, have you?

Where does this come from? It's like the sky opens up, random shit falls down on your head, soaks in, oozes out of your fingers and onto the keyboard, and winds up here.

That's what happens when you dip your pen in company ink.

Ew - is that your skin, your blood , your penny, and /or your bedbug? ohno

I'm doing some preemptive gagging. I don't even like pumpkin pie, and I'm going to be surrounded by that shit for months.

I'd get the cable hooked back up just for that.

Yeah, I'm with you. gotta get the dishes put away, clean the cat boxes, get some ironing done, pack lunch, get to the dump and be at work at noon. And I'm still in my pajamas, wanting nothing to do with any of it.

You'd better hope she has a car.