"Hi, I'd like some hot water, a lemon, some sugar, could you bring some bread to the table with olive oil and balsamic, and what's the wifi password? Check please."

If you like Titus Andronicus, you might like Spider Bags, because Titus Andronicus LOVE Spider Bags.

Do rich white borderline-middle-aged women in L.A. still wear that "celebrity in disguise" outfit everywhere? Sweat pants and a baseball cap pulled low over big sunglasses?

I liked Dr. Sleep pretty alright. It had been years since I'd read anything from him, though when I was in high school I read It and The Stand at least 5 times each.

That Stephen King book is pretty good, for what it's worth.

I mean, shit, it's like, score a goal, then score another goal, fucking bullshit.

Yeah, it's like they didn't even win even though they did.

Not so much a goal celebration as a celebration of life.

"Reactionary" doesn't mean what you think it means.

I make like 50k a year waiting tables 4 days a week, 25 hours a week.

Perhaps not coincidentally, "it was an experiment!" is his defense every time he tries to slip his dick into his girlfriend's butt.

My thoughts exactly.

I just read this book called Brain on Fire, a memoir about how a young woman's autoimmune disease drove her insane. It was terrifying, partly because, much like many of the commenters here, doctors thought she was suffering from stress due to alcohol withdrawal or drug addiction.

Sure thing.

Well, sure, especially when people like yourself are going to take it out of context.

I missed this post last week, but I gots stories, so I'm going to post them.

I worked with a guy, in a restaurant, who claimed to have a tomato allergy, and so would (petulantly) ask the kitchen to just make him a burger and fries on the—fairly frequent—occasion they'd made pasta with marinara for shift meal.

Oops.

Something worth mentioning here is that the brussel sprouts are going to pop oil up out of your pot like you threw water in it if you're not careful.

Sick of all the tone-deaf-policing around here.