cereal: I also tried petroleum jelly, in time to find out I'm pretty disgusted by petroleum jelly. This will be good for me and Mom, too. Because she kept looking at them and telling me there's nothing there, and I kept saying if I were going to flip out and have a delusion(especially in the absence of kissage) chapped lips seemed oddly specific. So, in addition to all the other benefits of the synthetic hormone, it will also save me minutes a month not having that conversation anymore. Especially since I'm too mature for "Was too," except for this, I guess.

Cereal: of course, it's my most obnoxious loose cannon friend who takes me up on my offer of political involvement. OF COURSE it is. We need the help, though, and I do need to let go of my unofficial, unearned quest to be The Bestest, most exceptional crippled girl God ever made, cause, like, there isn't even really a prize(and if I really won it, I'd want to die, anyway.) But she can be so embarrassing. But sometimes I hate when people prefer my outgoing friends to me, but there's no reason to be possessive, first. And she helped me out a lot when we were younger and I want to support her evolution. But this chick does have Evolutions like most women have new packets of Hanes Her Way, so not only is that tiring for people she hangs with, I don't want her to let the cause down because now she's a Sikh, or some shit. Also, when we were roommates in college, I caught her Single White Femaling several of my anecdotes. Which, to me. is nutcakes, but after years of building up disabled power as a sleeping giant at work, I don't wanna be all "But she doesn't attribute..." In conclusion, fuck Facebook for another case of mixed emotions from my Worlds Colliding, and all that jazz.