This asshole.

Self-deprecating.

I hate to be the pedant, but not so much that I won’t point out that it’s “cemeteries,” not “cemetaries.” #nitpicker

I believe that could be a woolgathering sort of coping mechanism, e.g., my mom grabbing dishtowels in a hurricane.

*sigh* I just didn’t even want to know.

Why isn’t this man a superstar?! I ask myself that on a weekly basis.

This asshole.

So Damon Wayans comes out of his crypt, scrabbling for press. Quelle surprise. Quelle surprise.

I felt like I was drowning in shows last year. Ended following only Hannibal, and now that’s gone. Everything I like isn’t on right now, even with a glut of new stuff. *sigh*

#NotAllPigs

She’s not even five minutes old and has already had a boob job, nose job and cheekbone implantations. Oh Hollywood. *sigh*

She lost me at “women who go out at night dressed inappropriately.” It doesn’t matter what she’s wearing. She’s still not “asking for it.” AAMOF, unless she’s literally *asking* *for* *it*, she’s not asking for it.

Tate is #1 with me re boneability, but Coven was the season. Kathy Bates was amazing. Jessica Lange and Angela Bassett were so bitchy—they *all* were so bitchy. I loved it.

AoU was an utter disappointment. Whedon ignored all character development that came from the movies between Avengers and AoU. I am still kinda pissed off about it.

The Menopause Fairy?

I’ve reached the point where, when I see anything about what the dingleberries on Fox News are spewing, my first unguarded thought is “oh, *this* asshole.”

I want her glasses.

He looks more like Robert De Niro every day.

Troll.

I am a child of the 70’s. Pot and quaaludes were my drugs of choice. Quaalude ia a “hypnotic psychotropic,” designed as a sedative, sort of like Seconal or other barbiturates. The trick was to stay awake through the initial sleepy phase. After that, you experienced an overwhelming sense of physical and emotional…