So Sad Today answers your questions about friends, crying your ass off, and telling that special someone how you really feel.
The baby needs a strong relationship with the natural world, mane. This land was made for your bb.
The only thing I know about this man is that he lived across the street from me, three houses down, on the second floor of a two-story house, and that he killed himself last Sunday.
Three porn bros talk about their feels with So Sad Today.
It's important to let babies squad up. That's how they trade baby info and compare baby notes and kick all of their baby activities up a notch.
Babies are the real MVPs of the holiday season. They step in the function like "ALL EYEZ ON ME" and everybody's all "Yasss, betch. It's fuckin' lit. Turn up."
Sometimes I wonder if my conditions, which fluctuate on a continuum from the height of terror to a vague sense of unease, could instead be called seeing too much, feeling too much, or thinking too much.
Said it before, I'll say it again: your baby is wild smart. The baby knows that existence is a paradox, both coincidental and inevitable, that everything is mostly nothing and the difference between everything and nothing is functionally negligible.
Babies are hellof smart. You don't have to talk down to them, they'll run with whatever you're throwing at them. I try to keep it 100 with mine and talk to her like I would any other grown person. You should do the same.
I don't fucks with "baby food." It's called bananas, avocados, yams, berries, peaches, rice and beans, etc. Just take some food, mash it up if you need to, and the baby will eat it.
I wanted to know why so many people in their 20s are entering the multibillion-dollar, nebulously defined life-coaching industry.
After finding myself watching a stranger masturbate on a live webcam recently, I realized how easy it is to mistake lust for love.
Babies spend nine months floating around in amniotic fluid, so their swim game is, as the French say, on fleek.
I stayed in the psychodynamic therapy game for far too long largely because I was afraid of "breaking up" with therapists.
I gotta tell you, I'm not a big fan of baby clothes. I feel like people be taking advantage of the fact that a baby is too polite to tell you that onesie you bought them is weak as fuck.
I have a tendency to put not-great people on a pedestal when I'm interested in them. The haze of romantic obsession casts a funhouse glow.
When the baby starts to walk that's gonna be a trip. It's a real crossroads. The baby legit has the choice to get up and walk the fuck away from you. Like, in theory once the baby starts walking it could just be like "Peace!" and be out.
Get some of those tiny baby-size noise-canceling headphones and bring it to an underground rap show so it can see what struggle rap looks like.
So Sad Today reaches into her mail bag and answers questions from readers on getting over an ex and why being sober is better than being hammered all the time.
People would spend $3.50 per minute for my psychic predictions, which were about as accurate as a Magic 8 Ball.
There's going to be a lot of shit and piss.
In the interest of reassuring struggling students, I offer this partial catalog of some of the many bad ideas I accumulated during my college years. Trust me—life gets better after graduation.
"I know it seems impossible right now, but you will lose your virginity. Eventually. I promise."
I asked three older ladies whom I met in a nursing home for some advice about romance.