Jars, omg you are Connected to the World! Where are you? Still out in the countryside?

Hey! Yeah, I CAN HAZ INTERBUNNY. I've moved to Cork! And it's SO GREAT. And you should come visit after you're settled into York. Which is also great. You should go to the Mexican place by the river. They do great Margaritas.

And I don't remember ever being shouted at, although I have been flashed a couple of times.

There isn't much yelling at strangers in my nice little university town, but sometimes a pickup full of country girls will come to town to get drunk, and they have a tendency to pull up to a stop light and scream "Party!!!!" while flashing their breasts. Rural girls showing off for the college boys. Not appreciated by everyone, but definitely preferable to insults.

Hey! Yeah, I CAN HAZ INTERBUNNY. I've moved to Cork! And it's SO GREAT. And you should come visit after you're settled into York. Which is also great. You should go to the Mexican place by the river. They do great Margaritas.

That's awesome! Yeah, I mean to come back to Ireland in November, I think, and another of my friends has moved back to Cork, so I have plenty of reason to come down there. Not to mention, I haven't been there in three or four years, so it would be nice to see it again.

Steph, did you get the magic cards I sent in the mail? I probably should have gotten a track on it.

My body issues are epic, and I definitely have had the horrible insult yelled at me on more than one occassion, which just sort of cements the issue.

Weirdly, though, the book publishing thing has helped the self-image issues out a bit. It has nothing to do with my physical appearance, but I can sort of pump myself up a bit on the thought that whatever else I may be, I'm also a published author, which is something that stays on my resume long after the taunters lose their physical beauty.

So there.

I am also a 20-something who does not shout insults out of my car window. Of course, I don't have a car. Oh, and I'm not a juvenile asshat with the emotional maturity of a cucumber.

Jilli, are you feeling better?

Mostly. I still get tired far easier than I should. But I just cheered myself up by applying for a new job here at the Evil Empire.

Shrift, your whitefont has convinced me. I'm buying the ep off iTunes tonight!

Oh, and I'm not a juvenile asshat with the emotional maturity of a cucumber.

And I bet you probably wouldn't have yelled those insults out the window when you were a teenager, either! Because you are, you know, not a jackass.

ION, the Mr Tusks storyline going on right now on Dinosaur Comics is my favorite thing in the history of ever. I want a tiny elephant friend!

I prefer the fat remarks I get now to the "Nice tits!" I got when it was obvious I was born with big tits rather than being uniformly fat.

I prefer the fat remarks I get now to the "Nice tits!" I got when it was obvious I was born with big tits rather than being uniformly fat.

But, see, there's a perfect comeback for that! It's "THANKS! I grew them myself!"

(provided, of course, that they are your natural tits)