I don’t have insta so maybe comments like this are everywhere but this one seems very zeitgeist-y and it made me lol:

...Mom?

That’s the same voice she says it in and everything! I need to study this pink tiger for other Mom-isms.

Unlike Rumor, idk who Peta Murgatroyd is BUT her name reminds me of two things:

When I was a teenager, we called it “The Pull Out & Pray” method!

My friend owns a salon that has one of these! She initially built in a special washing/styling room so that women suffering hair loss due to chemo or any other condition that prevented them from feeling comfortable in the public salon setting could bliss out without worrying if people were staring, etc. There’s no…

Apple is ELEVEN?!! Where did the time go? I wonder what she’s into. I bet she’s cool as fuck and has the best crafting supplies ever.

So relieved I’m not the only person whose Notes app is full of half-baked (fine, overbaked, whatever) ramblings about myself. But I hide that shit like my life depends on it bc it’s so cringeworthy that I can’t even re-read any of it without wanting to punch myself.

I would loooove to have been a fly on the wall of the auditing sesh immediately preceding this interview.

Who let those kids out of the lab?!

Adding myself to the anec-database! Yoga has been one of the most helpful tools in my arsenal against major depressive disorder and panic disorder. While I take other classes for the deeper stretches and cardio benefits, “Restorative Yoga” (my studio’s version of “Stretching for Mental Health”—actually the…

Same. The restaurant industry really is its own beast, isn’t it?

It’s weird, right? Like we’re chasing that first high of such a huge emotional crescendo. Still going on lockdown to watch season 3 in one sitting, though.

Me too! Like: “Hey, so have you started watching your new favorite show called The Fall yet?!”

I wonder how it ends. Like...does she just keep doing whatever ““this”” is until she becomes a next-gen Yoko Ono (if Yoko Ono were part glow stick)? Making weird melted crayon statues and yelling things at clouds would suit her.

Other Jamie Dornan news: he is coming back to “The Fall” on Netflix in the near future.

Please do something lighthearted! It’s been such a deluge of horribleness lately; I get enough of that from NPR/AP/the Times. I do appreciate Real News articles (and gather from some of the comments that many use Gawker as a primary news source), but I mostly come here for fun, you know? To banter about the kinda shit…

I wanna attach it to a drill and bore holes through my ancient building’s walls so I can have giant Rich People windows EVERYWHERE! Then I’ll use it to open cans (to keep me humble).

These were tooootally the understudy AcroCats. The ones that just chilled in their to-go boxes like “...not feelin it tonight. Close my door” were the true divas.

It was so bad! I mean, it served its purpose, but the smell was so overpowering that it probably would have been safer (and less nauseating) to empty a can of Glade after every bowl. Whenever I catch a telltale whiff in a public bathroom it’s like “AHA! They Citrus Magic’d instead of cleaning, those sneaky bastards!”