By mystery - 07/12/2013 21:55 - United States - Minot

This is now the third time you’ve changed your profile pic.
Voting on an FML in the "Work" category on a Monday morning between 8 and 9 a.m. How ironic.
You are connected to FML via the mobile site or an app. How modern.
An FML submitted between 5 and 6 a.m. can't be very good.
In "Moderate the FMLs", you voted Yes on a story that was subsequently published. Well done!
It’s nice of you to help us sort out the submissions, using FML’s moderate feature.
You have voted for 15% of the entire collection of FMLs to date.
200 "I agree" votes is a good start.
You made your 500th "You deserved it" vote.
You have voted "You deserved it" over 100 times.
Love knows no boundaries. You’ve already added 50 FMLs to your favourites list!
Your FML was denied. We had to at least give you a badge to cheer you up a bit.
You have voted for 50% of the entire collection of FMLs to date.
You’ve used your thumb on 1000 comments.
Hey, you uploaded your photo, and you’re cute as a kitten!
You’ve filled out the necessary details. Having done so will be much appreciated.
You have voted for 100% of the entire collection of FMLs to date.
You have thumbed 5000 comments.
You have left your thumbprint on 2500 comments.
You have looked through 5 pages of the website. That’s a start.
Clicking to reply to a comment is a worthy thing to do. To do so without getting buried afterwards is even worthier.
100 of your comments are neither buried or moderated. Popular is your middle name!
You've received 68 Hugs on your profile. Kinky.
By mystery - 07/12/2013 21:55 - United States - Minot
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By Tao26 - 10/11/2013 22:06 - United States - Saint Louis
For those of you that were wondering- yes, I'm alright. :) I'm anemic, and sometimes it catches up to me and I'll start to get lightheaded/faint. I hadn't been feeling well all day, and thought food might help... Guess I was a bit late. In regards to my 'friends', I suppose I used the term loosely. They aren't my closest friends by far, but I've known them for years. We were close enough that I ASSUMED the sight of me falling and bashing my head open would be more important than their need for dry, school-food lasagna. And, in response to one commenter, I didn't expect them to immediately transform into doctors. But it still doesn't feel too great when the people you call 'friends' step over you, sprawled on the ground and bleeding, in favor of food. And no, I don't speak to them anymore. We had a fall out shortly after this incident. Ah well, highschool is a joke anyways.