Also: Le sigh indeed.

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.