Seeing you in the greys is one MORE messed-up thing about 2014.

Classical music geek, here. I watched the beginning of your video with the sound off and knew immediately that it was Eine Kleine Nachtmusik (I've performed it many times, with a stringed instrument vs. boobs, but your meter was spot on). So, ehrm — well done.

Her eyes don't just look different, they look very, very sad.

What substance?

It can read that way, yes.

I believe your comment nicely sums up the annus horribilis 2014...

That's kinda catchy. I love coming here and finding new stuff - thanks for posting!

This site is up solely because in the intervening four months he realized he was unable to attract another 10.

He gets on his sessy bidness in a nanosecond, then shrugs it off and walks off all Presidential: the clear victor in this round.

We have been together for 13 years / married for 11 and we are just now combining real property in a way that we had NOT before. We had been living in a house I owned outright and we had a 2nd (cabin) on property Chmn. Meow owned outright and I sold my house and we are about to move into a new-built house on property…

Never thought anything would make me nostalgic for the Mad Men Moms I grew up with: smoking cigarettes, swilling martinis, mixing and dispensing formula like there was no tomorrow. (For the record, my earthy-crunchy Mom breast-fed all of us.)

Thought it was called droit du seigneur? Everything sounds much more sexy in Frainsche.

This is the part in the movie where you see her taking off her protective gear at the hospital and the camera zooms in to a cut on her finger, then she calls the CDC and hangs up with an confused expression, then the next scene is her at a crowded airport and the audience draws its collective breath.

The way we mock Preserve can veer from airy and minimal, to complex cloakings. In fact, it's my belief that it is a time for "more"—more snark expression, more sarcasm opportunity, more experimentation with the already-heinous Thought Catalog musings, more poking fun.

How I wish I could have been there with you to tell Dr. Perricone he has a great product housed in the most stupidly over-engineered packaging I've ever encountered.

This is great, thank you! I'll have to try it.

There's something satisfying about just mending small things, though even simple repairs seem to be falling under the rubric of a "lost art."

This is the only sane and balanced response to... everything, basically.

In H.S., I used to be able to run up a really well-made A-line skirt with zipper for like, seven bucks, and a decent dress for $10 - $12. The last major thing I sewed recently was a dog bed cover and I think I dropped $20+ for a few yards of fleece.

Shopping for fabrics is so YUMMY, though... I had my dress made by a theater costume designer when Chmn. Meow and I got hitched, I went to the Toronto equivalent of NYC's 7th Avenue to get the fabric. There was one tiny store JUST with millions of buttons sorted by color and size!!! And some stores had just home…