NBA = WWE. Watching LeBron “dominate” because defenders can’t even breathe the same air he does is a waste of time.

(Just some super-dark humor in the face of a terrifying situation! Steve Kerr is very much one of the good guys and I wish him the absolute best.)

Perhaps it’s 3-1 lead poisoning.

May The Fries Be Ever In Your Flavor.

Undiagnosed OCD probably.

This is the “I don’t own a TV” of sausage takes.

This list couldn’t be more wrong.

Seriously though, my first thought was “how was it written”?

Man, wish Crayola still made that marker pack. There was “blood red,” “pus off-white,” “gangrene green,” “frostbite black,” “icterus yellow,” and “fecalith brown.”

He’s hanging in there...

The Gospel of John, Chapter 3, Verse 16: For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

Oh man, is he OK?

I legitimately love the idiots in infomercial demonstrations.

POURING THINGS IS HARD SOMETIMES

I so appreciate this, so very much. I have a very hard time talking to anyone about it, because I know people have sympathy for me, and care, but they don’t really understand.

People who brake on the highway.

I do agree that writing helps a lot- it created the framework for some semblance of order after it happened. Plus, it also allowed me to verbalize all the thoughts I was having and sort of run each of them down, no matter how bizarre or strange they were. Writing down and examining my thoughts helped me process what…

My fiance and I had tickets for the Royal Rumble here in San Antonio. We had them for months and planned our schedules around it. Two days before the show, I got a call from my mother that my grandmother could die at any time and that people were starting to gather at her home. She lives an hour away.

Thank you, and I’m truly sorry for your loss as well. I had the same struggle- I didn’t want to sit at home with my thoughts, but I also felt really strange going out and drinking with friends. I almost felt as though I was supposed to sit in solitude, but whenever I did, I felt like I was going crazy.

Oh my god I’m so very sorry. It’s been so tragic with the loss of my dad, I can’t imagine losing my mom as well. I hope you are coping ok. It’s been almost a year—a mark I am dreading with every fiber of my being. I still cry every day.