My PMS has me feeling like I should put my brain in a blender

I'm in my late 30s and my Filipino dad still scolds me when it's cold out and I don't have a jacket on

I dreamed a tooth fell out last night. In Filipino superstition, it's an omen of death in the family, and it's best warded off by telling people about the dream. So, I'm telling all of you!

Last night, I dreamed I found my dog in a shelter. I was so happy to the point of sobbing and sorry that I couldn't find him for 3 months. We sat on the grass with him pressed against me while we watched bumblebees buzz around irises & daffodils. And life was right again.

I turned off my air purifier for the first time since my soul pup, Ziggy, passed away 6 weeks ago. I cried at how silent the house was.

PMS depression a month after losing my dog makes me feel like my heart is being ripped out all over again.

I used to hug Ziggy tight and pepper him with kisses every time I came across a post where someone had to say goodbye to their pup. Since Ziggy's passing, more and more posts are popping up from people who are experiencing the same heartbreak. And now I only have his favorite toys to hug.

The house is so quiet without you here, puppy. I knew we'd have to say goodbye eventually, but I still hoped for more time together. Until we meet again, bebe. #Ziggy

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My Ziggy will always be loved and missed.

When long-time customers bring in a friend and that friend doesn't pass the vibe check. Ick.

Whenever men tell me I should smile, I stare at them until they get uncomfortable.

My mom's been watching a bunch of paranormal YouTubers for funsies. She just asked me to buy her a Ouija board. No ma'am, I refuse.

I wish LA had a 12-story Daiso, too. I could spend an entire day in one -- maybe a whole paycheck, too. But, at least we're getting an Olive Young!

I'm rewatching Tomorrow because I'm in need of a good cry to relieve the stress and frustration of the last week.