I worked at a small café that served four things: soups, salads, smoothies, soft frozen yogurt, and gelato.

Why I gotta wear more clothes than Jesus in Church tho.

My favorite part is when I imagined him being torn apart by bears.

This take disturbing to a whole new level.

“throw a hot coal at her”

Can you take a friend with you who can say “Woah, that’s totally inappropriate!”? Because I would be that friend.

I’m teaching analysis in my course right now, and how to look for an author’s assumptions.

This is good advice. “Can I pick up anything for the services?” “Can we go for a walk?” Concrete offers are good. People who are freshly grieving, especially when it’s a surprise, have goo for brains and aren’t going to remember that so and so offered to help. They need some direction.

Two of my friends invited…

It is better to make a concrete offer. Say something like - I want to help you. Can I come by on Thursday next week with dinner? People who are grieving don’t always feel comfortable asking for help even when it has been offered with the best, truest of intentions.

No, it’s perfectly fine to ask! Don’t feel bad!

Part of me hopes it was to power pantsuits and sensible heels.

The soup of the day is usually Hitler miss, but I’m sure you’ll just Goebbels up today’s gestapo soup.

I just picture her with a cocktail in her hand, saying “We’ll call them ‘Kiss Me’ Jeans. Everyone always talks about pants, like, ‘hugging’ your hips, but I want mine to kiss mine. Kiss my hips, pants! Kiiiiisss themmmmm”

Quacker Factory

I never watch HSN, but I just so happened to flip it on when JS was advertising her clothes. I disn’t think she was drunk, but in the same breath, people rarely think I’m drunk when I’m actually wasted, so anything is possible.