I think James Corden freaking out is my favorite part.

Maybe. But watching a mouse starve to death covered in his own feces and urine doesn't seem like a great option.

Also Gillian Anderson recently dropped this wonderful bomb (during a Reddit AMA) about creepy, creepy Doug from her X-Files days:

Western Canada!

Ha — no, and I don't mean to alarm anyone about my sanity, but that's my "travel kit." I have a literal 4' organizer to hold all of my shit. I'm obsessed and I'm dealing with it.

I like it a lot. The colors are all that perfect "just right" shade and the staying power is pretty good. You have to layer it a few times to get a deeper shade and the "glossy" part fades quickly, but it does leave a nice stain on the lips if you're going to eat while wearing it.

I have so many ridiculous supplements from when I was in my supplement phase and now I'm lucky if I remember to take a multivitamin.

I brought my makeup for my costume today, so let's do it.

Ironically, I have a friend who's an anorexic and can always convince herself to lose more weight because she doesn't have a thigh gap. So it's actually not even possible for certain body types unless you are literally skeletal.

Not as bad as the catfish vagina, though.

Well, fuck. I guess I still have Titus.

Don't forget about The Tempest! That's original.

I really don't get that at all. Being unhappy will encourage me to lose weight? Probably not. In fact, multiple medical journals have suggested that stress and depression make it harder to lose weight. Physically and chemically.

mte. I have no medical ailments, I'm taking no medication, I haven't been to a hospital for anything since I was 16 with a broken leg, I get maybe one cold a year, I haven't been bedridden since I was 10 with bronchitis and yet when I went to the dentist and reported all of this, she wrinkled her nose, looked at me…

Yep. A slightly more defined waist here, a rounder bottom there, a lifted bust, etc. etc.

I stopped at "fixes everything."