Yes, there is something way worse than songs that have parentheses in them. Songs that don't have parentheses in them. Some days I miss the 80's.

If someone's desired outcome is for me to rip their throat out and dance in the red rain, they should definitely tell me to calm down.

You know, of all the articles I've read about Bush painting, I have actually never seen someone make that joke. I didn't even think to make it. I am really disappointed in myself, but I'm glad it was you.

Brilliant.

Isn't it, like, just a requisite part of a 2-girl threesome? Doing that fake-ass double-lick looking up thing? Ugh, flashbacks reminding me of why I don't enjoy 2-girl threesomes.

I actually thought it was the best Tracy Moore article I've read.

Another benefit to leggings. I love shopping online, but I am too lazy to mail stuff back, so I have to try to keep my clothes purchases to things I'm willing to throw away at a price I can eat. Though I will do Target, since I can return at a store. For some reason going to the store is easier than mail to me.

In fact, I started wearing leggings as my only pants when I hit size 14. Structured pants were a crapshoot as my unique proportions were exaggerated by weight to the point that a comfortable, good-fitting pair of jeans or slacks became the next thing to mythical.

You know the best part of the way "confidence" is used as a code word for "erection", for me, is the fact that the majority of erectile dysfunction is caused by performance anxiety.

Yeah, like with anytime you can't read someone's mind (which, for me, is always), it's hard to guess what a given individual is thinking unless you know them very very well. I like to just tell people what I'm thinking because it's less confusing. Unfortunately, I find that a significant number of people think I am…

I was thinking the same thing. I hate that conversation. While I can see the argument that it's potentially generous and respectful, I feel that there is too much baggage: implied obligation and a whiff of transactionality — all of which I want no part of. Once I get to know someone, I might let them treat me if…

Except for the times when you don't, because you went out with me and I have my own money and don't want the implied obligation, thanks.

Hell, I've admitted to suicidal ideation and not been hospitalized. Why? Because my doctor actually engaged in a dialog with me about it. I told him truthfully that thinking about and imagining suicide reinforced my certainty that I wasn't suicidal. And, ultimately, made me feel better by reminding me that I…

Ya'll, pink is just light red. No big.

All I could think was, since he's in remission, this may be the best moment of his life even if he lives. And he's going to be in for an extra large letdown as he grows up when he has the visceral realization of how extraordinary this was — that most people are assholes who are more likely to bitch and moan about the…

I'm glad I'm not the only one. My ears hurt from that backing track.

Not at all the same thing, but where I live there was this bar/restaurant and the bartender looked eerily like a young version of Hugh Laurie as House. That bar used to be packed with women.

The sad?, but true fact is that there are almost certainly such things.

With each passing year I adopt more and more of a rock star lone wolf super-dev mentality. If they get to do it, why can't I?

Was his shirt off more than in the first one?