It's similar to an Orange Julius. It's kind of like an orange slushy with a little cream.

orange creamsicles are just wrong

::faints::

It's the best. BEST.

That's hard. My mom was chronically, physically ill, though.

Oh, for sure. And not at all saying we were in the same boat. But as horrible thing after horrible thing kept being done to me, for 29 years, I *always* tried to make a relationship work. Cutting that cord was the best thing that I ever could have done for myself. Also, we actually didn't have a relationship - it was me all those years thinking and hoping that we did. So there was really nothing to "cut" except for my longings.

When I was in high school, if I finished a book at night, I had to start another one so that I was sure of another day of escape.

I'm with Amy: orange creamsicles are awesome.

Hi Karl!

Especially since I've been telling myself that I'm not allowed to make snarky comments about "Fast Eddie" anywhere

But why not? I'm so tempted to point out that if everyone's relying on his statements about what Google's requiring, they should know he doesn't exactly have a great record for truth.

... frankly, it is a little weird that we are the only ones who seem to know or care that Gus Weremonkey is Fast Eddie and he committed psuedicide. I mean, we talk about it quite publicly here, and it's not hidden (although not indexed either). Weird.

Would Tropers care? I suspect not.

Mother didn't want to get me headphones for my stereo because she was afraid I'd never come out.

The absolute hardest thing about not having a chance to become a parent was that I had really been looking forward to having a parental relationship with my children. I have some friends who had similar upbringings and they're phenomenal parents and are relishing creating their own little family. It's been hard. And I am sick of people just piping up with "adopt!" to me. Like a kid is something I can just to the store to buy.

And about cold drinks: every time I go to Texas or Nebraska to visit family, I treat myself to a peanut butter shake at Culver's. Oh my *gawd* it's spectacular!

I was always afraid I'd be a parent like my parents. I come from a long line of crazy, and I thought it better to end the chain.

I thought that for a long, time, too, Ginger. It was what kept me from actively seeking marriage/kids in my 20s. And then when my 30s shaped up to be pretty swell, I started changing my attitude about my abilities.