Because I don’t mess around.

Because I don’t mess around.

As far as I am concerned, any title that has the word “heart” in it, is not worth reading or watching and automatically gets the chick lit label.

I can’t believe you let some kid go commando in your bathing fatigues.

Please don’t go—I’ll miss you when you’re gone.

Ah so, keyboard warriah.

I watched it. I presume that because of the way it was edited, I found the narrative a little hard to follow. Clearly, I wasn’t the only one.

Well that’s good then.

And if that were the case, she would have seen that the ID matched the name on the card. Just feel like we’re missing some information here. Why didn’t she immediately summon the manager instead of making a video? Whatever happened to some good old getting people fired while they’re standing right there unable to…

How did the wallet get in the clerk’s hand? My wallet never leaves my hand, because I put it down on the counter once at a liquor store while paying the clerk and it was gone a second later, as was the person directly behind me. That thief was so good the clerk said he didn’t see it happen either. Anyway, how did the…

I was a admittedly a slow learner. I blame my mom, a poor education, low self-esteem, my brothers, a few neighbors, and now you a little bit.

What could possibly go wrong?

Well congratulations then on never being frustrated at work and saying or doing something out of character while being the constant center of attention in a roomful of up to 30 young people you must enlighten for five hours straight with a full bladder you don’t have time to relieve because there’s no one else and…

You’re obviously one of the all-wrongs I used to hang with. It’s like a reunion.

To be fair, when I was thirty, my romantic life was a disaster. I was dating all the wrong men (seriously, I dated all of them and they were all wrong). I was also awful. On the plus side, social media hadn’t been invented yet so the only people who knew about how bad my 30-year-old choices were and how whiny I was…

Sure, but it just happened. It just seems weird that they’re already like “welp—gofundme a new school for my kid” over shoes.

Oh my god, I had an awful gym teacher in fifth grade who made fun of me for tying with two rabbit ears (instead of just one wrapped around and pulled through). “I see Nefertitties is still doing it the little kid way”. I’m still upset about that! I mean, they’re both equally effective at achieving the same goal in the…

The parents have started a GoFundMe page to send Taraji to private school...

That’s mean—those bugs accomplished a great deal more in their little lifetimes than any one modern-day Hilton.

And she walks away as the various sounds from the accident are heard only in the background. Couldn’t find the clip, but thanks for reminding me.

For some reason, The Woman in Red was one of my favorites.The combination of Gilda and Gene was probably it.