I spent too much time looking for a pic of him from, like, 1988-92 or so. He doesn’t look like I remember him looking back when he was calling my poor fundie Mama three times a day, asking for a sacrificial “gift.” I’m gonna call it—fat farm, plastic surgery and maybe new hair. Of some sort.

I’d trade all of my Xanax for a bag of good weed. ALL OF IT.

I’ve been on the Cheetos-wine-and-Xanax diet since November 9, 2016. Interestingly, I’ve lost 5 lb. Who knew!!

My first and only response to the news has been “And so? What’s your point?”

And it’s got *legs*.

I’ve just about reached critical mass, reading the pileup of impeachable offenses day by day. All I can conclude at this point is that the GOP not going to impeach him until they can pass every possible point of their murderous agenda, and the Democrats aren’t going to stand as one to cry “Impeach!” until they’ve…

Hannibal has been my obsession since its debut in 2013. Most showrunners/art directors can only *dream* of the brilliance of that show.

As an avid fan of dicks, I can’t thank Bryan Fuller enough.

Dementia. With a zesty icing of ignorance, arrogance, and lack of empathy. If I didn’t loathe him so utterly, I’d feel sorry for him. As it is, I feel sorry for US.

It looks like it smells like coal burning and bodily fluids. Well done!

Taboo was relentlessly compelling, and it was really well cast. And I like looking at Tom Hardy.

I was gonna say that the idiot build-up wasn’t Rachel’s call. She almost always tweets something similar about what’s going to be on her show that particular night. MSNBC-the-entity, however, went sort of apeshit about it. That being said, I almost always find her show entertaining and informative, and she doesn’t…

Well, this is really sad. I love their clothes, but I don’t think I’ll be spending any more money there. Already, I refuse to even *enter the doors* of Wal-mart. I still haunt Target but they don’t have any “fat lady” clothes to speak of, here at their store in Jackson.

My great-grandmother had a bayleaf tree in her backyard. She put it in everything (this is Cajun country). I remember her making tea with it to settle my tummy when I was little, so I steeped some tea with a couple of (fresh) bay leaves today to see if it was as wonderful as I remembered it. It was. Mild, sort of…

I don’t believe a fucking word any member of the administration says. Every time one of them opens their mouth, my first thought that they’re just obfuscating something more horrible and important and impactful upon our lives, and then I lose the thread because I’m in a blind rage and/or utter despair. I don’t want…

I wish everyone would just stop with what he’s saying and start paying rabid attention to what he’s DOING. These two things seldom intersect.

My first response to this was “hell! Punched in the face *everyday*...” so..

I hadn’t considered that comparison, but yes, she could be; and I wish for her the same things that I wished for Phyllis Schlafly and the same end, only more ignoble.

My loathing of Kellyanne Conway has little do with fashion sense or her claims of post-feminism. I loathe her because she is a lying sack of shit who speaks for a lying sack of shit by telling lies like a lying sack of shit. I don’t think I owe her a damned thing.

Same. I’m a famously compassionate person, and I find myself wishing for multiple deaths multiple times per day. It’s discomfiting to me, that a political situation has brought this to my surface. That, beyond my spiritual and emotional exhaustion, I seem to have an infinite, bubbling spring of fury and bad feelings…