I sort of wish a woman of the end of this would find some of these guys and painfully murder them in there own homes.** Not because I want them dead, but because I wish men were afraid of women the way we are afraid of men.

At Victoria's Secret on Saturday, I looked up in the mirror and realized the lighting was making me see-through. Instead of just the blue veins I can always see, every vein in my chest seemed to be visible. I looked like Bill from this season of True Blood. The Hep V had got me.

And here I was thinking, "There's nothing nearby that I haven't eaten for lunch lately."

Will report back. Unless I die on the Mountain.

Oh fuck. Now whenever I put on a black t-shirt and unremarkable jeans (i.e. most of the time) I have to feel like I'm playing right into the Gap's conspiracy to suck away everyone's individuality and personal identity. From now on I'm only leaving the house wearing old-timey bathing suits with the nipples cut out.

I really do.

So you want Satan to get behind you...

I'd be so thrilled if you followed me, because for a brief moment in time, my notifications would say "Satan is following you." And I'd laugh and laugh.

That one was my favorite. Because who hasn't wanted to do something like that, right?

"Latest story of abuse of power and gun rape depresses Satan"

The only thing that can stop a bad cop who rapes people with a gun is..

If they were real men they would clip the mic to their nips.

I like that it comes down to horse boners and that you're so, so right. I hate outside. :/

I think Bree is 6' (hugely tall for a woman of that era) because Roger is 6'3" IIRC

I suppose it depends on your definition of "a good man" though. For me, an emotionally open and available man who does what is necessary to protect his family, works hard and expresses his love is a good man. Is he a product of his time? Yes. Does he do things that I don't agree with? Absolutely. And yes, I know…

I'm hoping we'll see some of the funny moments later on i.e. SPOILERS SPOILERS ALL SPOILERS ALL THE TIME

That's the plan!

Of course it was a dude. Of course. Next time he starts yammering about your reproductive rights, tell him until the day comes when he magically grows a uterus, ovaries, fallopian tubes, cervix and vagina, to take a god damned seat or two.

I need to get "The Reaper of Joy" on business cards.