“When Michelle and I came into office....”

1.) The whole “theme” of the video is that it’s a what 30s/40s movie shoot. Unfortunately, that means black directors or film crew workers would have been non-existant anyway.

A few nights ago, one of my Papa Johns co-workers fell down as he was about to put a pizza in the oven. Amazingly, he still got the pizza into the oven even as he was falling down. It was pretty remarkable.

I would do anything for meatloaf, but I won’t do that.

I basically babbled. Something along the lines of, “I’m so glad he has such an open minded and loving family, but I’m not a sex worker and I really only know him from the amazing stories my new coworkers tell me. I’m so sorry for your loss, and I’m sure I would’ve loved him but maybe not that way but maybe that way…

So a week after I started this job, a guy who no longer worked at the publication I worked for died in a car accident. I never met him, and he was a copy editor so it wasn’t like I was familiar in any way with him through what he wrote.
But nevertheless, the EOC said everyone needed to go. So I went. And somehow the…

You don’t need a stranger on the Internet to tell you this but your cousin would never ever hold that against you especially given she had just recently experienced grief herself so try not to hold onto this. Shock and grief can do crazy things to your brain. My heart cracked a little reading this and I hope you’re…

I LOVE MY DEAD GAY SON.

Ok, now I’m sad that I won’t have a 60 year long relationship, probably.

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Yo, after my abusive experience, I reminded myself, and other people to always have an emergency fund just in case. It’s enough for rent and food if ever something serious happens.

“I’m only 37, for fuck’s sake. I can’t live like this.”

I am still mourning Jon, but I will say this about Trevor Noah:

It’s my favorite, too!!

These two ring loudly of being far from authentic human beings, fakery is telegraphed loudly especially from the thirstaaaay husband

Please do not be that person who says something to the effect of “Well, they shouldn’t have talked about it so early...” or “that’s what you get for putting everything online,” blahblahblah. Just be better. Try to be sympathetic and let them mourn.

Man, I would love for someone to pay for one of those for me. Or my dog.

What I love is when someone replies to a comment I made 2 years ago, on a subject I’ve significantly changed my opinion on. Of course my first reaction is to defend my old opinion, because I’m stubborn like that.

How does someone get to the point where they think it’s acceptable to offer to buy shit off someone in order to stop their kid from crying? Take your damn kid aside and have a “not everything can be for you, honey” and if she continues to wail, take her the hell home. WHY IS THIS HARD???