My cat loves my cup. I can never drink water that's been standing around more than 15 minutes or so because I'm afraid she's been in it. She dips her paw in, drinks off her paw, dips, repeats, repeat, repeat, repeat. Her paw that was probably just in the litterbox. She vastly prefers this to her own dish. (She also…

I do. Because I can't get out of the habit of blow-drying my multiple personality (kinky curly, to wavy, to straight— a kind ex simply called it "frizzy") hair straight all over, and it's long-ish. So not every day, but definitely some days.

Me too. I moved here from Colorado in February and when my friends post pictures from back there I refuse to look at them because the reminder of that crucial mistake seems so cruel. This state is a backwards, redneck shithole. (Cue native Texans in denial.)

Since they are the first to receive reports from victims of rape, it is not at all unreasonable to hold them to a higher standard as far as the attitude they hold toward "the topic" at work. Not sorry. This would be like me as a teacher joking to another teacher that a kid is just stupid. I don't do it. It's not…

I saw this earlier today on Raw Story. I'm glad you decided to cover it too.

They're Texan adults, and parents of football players. Have you ever met one in the flesh?

It's Texas (unfortunately, I'm currently living here). They haven't exactly cornered the market on any kind of sensitivity.

I have to say, I don't think that's fair. Both of my twenty-something daughters have pretty biting wit and interesting things to say. They should, I invested enough sweat in their education.

If it's not true for you, seriously, kudos, and a hearty congratulations to your parents, who I'll wager had something to do with instilling some healthy self-confidence. That would not have been true for me in my twenties (shit, I don't think it would have been true for me LAST YEAR, but I'm a slow learner who…

Oofta. Damn.

I'm door-knocking in Keller next week for Wendy Davis, but I'm really expecting the worst.

I think my cat is cheating on me at your house. Also, I just realized she is too fat to share my bed.

I've eaten a guinea pig. It honestly did taste kind of like chicken (sorry, Kelly and Snow. Gweep!)

I like it so much I actually make my own pumpkin spice syrup (with real pumpkin) and keep it in a jar in the fridge. Suck it, haters.

THANK YOU. Gee, I'm so sorry you had to endure the sight of something I like to enjoy a couple months a year. But look on the bright side, snowflakes; all those opportunities to remind everyone how to your weary disdain sets you apart from the pumpkin-loving hordes.

My sister saw a video like this—maybe even this one—on tv when she was about ten, stood up, and promptly smashed face first into the floor, passed out cold. It was quite dramatic. I teased her about it for years.

We have this in Texas: http://www.aimforsuccess.org/programinfo.as… It sounds ridiculous. My neighbor down the street is a speaker for them. Ugh. Thank god my kids are out of school, but I would have opted out of this nonsense if they'd had it.

Good grief, enough red flags?? Try to stay friends with her, she's probably going to need you.

I think today's supposed to be 97.

Does he smoke cigarettes? I swear that befouls everything.