• stitchbitch
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      • Username: stitchbitch
      • In response to: "Who are you?" I’m 23, mother of an unborn child (my angel), and live at home. I’m taking a Bookkeeping class. I like cross-stitch, seashells, photography, and learning to cook dairy and celiac-safe recipes.
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    • The Lesser of Two Evils

      • possessed by wall street

        Neither is worse than the other.
        Most of my family doesn't use deodorant, due to allergies or it's not anything they used growing -up and, since moving to Canada, they refuse to conform. Doesn't make roadtrips (even to the grocery store) any more bearable. My nose hairs still shrivel. My tummy still dry heaves. I've just gotten better at hiding it.

        I've dated a number of men. Some of which bathed in aftershave and cologne or smoked, and some who went natural. I prefer the latter. But not if it's gym-locker or sweaty-feet smell.

        I'll admit to having bad breath. But since becoming aware of it, I stay on top of the issue. A big help was getting my cavities filled and learning how to floss properly. I also carry mints. At first, I thought it might be embarrassing popping mints, but I've discovered the effort is very appreciated - people prefer fresh to rancid. Who would've thunk?

      • answered by stitchbitch on 11/10/2010
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    • Ass-u-me

      • Donkeys in love

        "When you assume, it makes an 'ass' out of 'u' and 'me'"

        In my experience, people only say this when the assumptions have been correct. I know I've said this when someone has assumed something about me, something negative, and I was too proud to admit the person was right. Which, in a sense, is lying. And "only does more harm than good."

        Resorting to cliches in order to lash out and try to "turn the table" is kind of like swearing when the words won't come. It feels right in the moment because I can't express my thoughts or feelings, but, "everything goes down the drain" when communication suffers.

      • answered by stitchbitch on 11/04/2010
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    • Even my family lied about it.

      • My family lied about my age. Before my grandfather retired, he was part of a union. The union would throw huge Christmas parties, and Santa was at the party every year giving out gifts. But only to children 12 and under. I must've been 12 for a good two-three years after.

        I lied about my age on websites, starting when I was around twelve. Especially when the minimum age to register was 14 or 16. When I was sixteen, I fibbed and said I was eighteen. I stopped lying when I was twenty.

      • answered by stitchbitch on 11/02/2010
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