It's been done.

Thursday will be the 10th anniversary of my brother's suicide. I ID'd him (gunshot) on my birthday (the day after). I've had numerous insights over the years but offer the following:

I'm at the opposite end of that. I'm the brother with schizophrenia. And it's pretty much a daily routine for me to think about that escape route. I cope with it by making it an albeit somewhat macabre comeback in my head; "Don't have enough change for the parking meter? Well, I could just kill myself...". It helps me…

To elaborate (since this is one of my favorite scenes EVER IN ALL OF TV):

It's like the time on "Roseanne" when Fred says he's only ever been with three people and Jackie has been with like 40 'cause Jackie rules and was way better than Fred to begin with.

I am much, much, much closer to Jackie than Fred.

I don't think I've ever looked at anyone, not even my fiancé, with as much as love as this man is looking at his spaghetti.

This is very nice for everyone involved, but when is Kimora getting another season/spin-off of Life in the Fab Lane?

New York's gonna be on the show?!?!?! OMG I LOVE HER.

"Fragile? It must be Italian!"

Anthropologie

As someone who was a teenager a year ago, I want to stress a few things:

I guess this guy was trying to be funny, or...?

Love that movie!

I think it genuinely hurts my husband's feelings that I won't do a family plan with him, but I absolutely refuse to give up my grandfathered-in data plan. That plan and I have been in a relationship far longer than my marriage.