I dunno. My friend is obsessed with a certain Reddit thread that made finding the right bra impossible. My last (which lasted me nearly eight years) was ON SALE for $80.

You know, you're right (obviously you know that).

I think I'll have some right now (although I'll never look that fabulous).

Replace "stoned" with "tipsed," and you've described a normal Tuesday night.

I'm going to have a goddamn hard time when champagne and Scotch go head-to-head.

Nice screen name. And amen, my dear!

I am out in public giggling uncontrollably over this. (The "raaaaaarrrr" — not the kicking.)

This is one of the nicest responses I've received. For anything. I hope you're right. I plan on writing a better response in the late morning, but I wanted to thank you for this...and I'm so sorry you lost your mom as well.

Damn, I don't think my last note went through, but I just wanted to thank you for making a crazy Internet stranger's day better by talking to her (me). Sleep well, friend.

B52s! My first concert.

As an unrelated aside: I like that you're InTheRain and I'm InMyPartyDress. Because the rain is the best, regardless of the fabric. It's not like I'll melt or anything.

I feel awkward "recommending" this post because of the sadness it involves, but, in any event, it is so touching and...I don't know. A nerve was hit, but in a good way.

My greatest fear, now, is my brother dying. I can't even imagine...

I'm so sorry for your loss. I am feeling terrible for seeking online comfort, when I have a host of friends who are there for me and have asked what I need from them tod...yesterday. I guess I just wanted people who are now sans a parent to talk to.

Oh goodness. I'm so sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything. Peace be with you and yours.

I don't know either. I know I am glad I got to know her. Despite our differences. (We rarely saw eye to eye. She was an inch taller than I.)

I wish I could like this more. My mom died in her early 50s. I just turned 29.

I can't even imagine losing my mom that young. Mine died nearly a week after my 25th birthday. I am so thankful for those 25 years. I just wish I'd been a better daughter. I wish, when we got the diagnosis, that I hadn't been so afraid of death. I bargained with the universe: If I didn't see her, she couldn't die.…

I am sorry for YOUR loss. We (my brother, father, and I) always Skype and hold a moment of silence. I always feel anxious in the days leading up to today. I get irritable. For some reason, I never understand why I'm acting out until it occurs to me that another year has past.

Reading anything always is helpful. Plus, this English major always needs reading tips. Thank you, stranger.