lol @#micdrop

Oh gracious, yes it is. I move double win.

I have a little girl, sized three years, and we're fucking rocking this life. I love her so much. I respect her and she me, and I bust my ass at work and she's smart as a whip and kind and nurturing and beloved by all, and we rent a pretty red house now, all to ourselves, and a car that I own outright, and an orange…

True dat. Also, Pixel, you must not be a lipstick-loving woman like myself. I have so many shades of nude lipstick that it's a spectrum. And no, nude lipstick is not the same as chapstick but as I type this I'm beginning to wonder. Excuse me while I go ponder this unponderable at my desk.

Who's Dina?

Yeah, that was Coco Chanel who singlehandedly (?) popularized the tan thing.

Which is like an 8 at Mango Republic.

Their hearts are in the right place, yes they are, the poppets.

lol yep

Pinker makes me laugh. My dear old Dad is a linguist and it seems that a lot of people in the field hold him in amused and tolerant esteem. I enjoyed his books too; I esp like the photos of himself he includes on his book jackets. He's quite the hot shot with the ladies. I took a course on linguistics in college and…

Oh my god I love you and Mister Chortcake and the littlest parbaked Chortcake. So awfully cute, all of you!!

Oh, haha, I thought you were comparing the comfort of the seat-window alignment to the comfort of a unicorn horn. I see now. Although that's not so far off.

I'm 5'7 but flexy enough to curl up and fit into two airplane seats lying down in like, 4 month fetus position. I went with my brother and dad to England a few years back and Dad was laughing at us because we were actually both lying down on our two seats. Like yin and yang, if you want a visual. Un-believably…

Sporks are the unstable and sterile spawn of two disparate species. Versatile, genius, unpredictable and dangerous as hell.

A real Renaissance woman, with her bejeweled fingers in all kinds of rabbity pies!

Oh goody, now do sporks!

I hope she dies. Fuck fuck fuck. Stop the planet, I want to get off.

Yes, and beeceekay, the one-way mirror (but not the screens) is visible to the passengers. It's an infinite loop and you don't have to hire anyone extra!

It's not gay if it's a three-way! *singsong

More precisely, I'm confused as to why I wasn't confused by mirrors before. I'm either a genius or my cranial vault is pancaked. Please confuse me about spoons now. I need to know which it is. I'm pms-sy and in crisis mode.