Do they ever mention where Johnny Wiseau is even from? I mean, I assume from somewhere not on this planet, but.

It never fails to amaze me how much the flower shop scene sounds like one of those xtranormal videos.

Although if it was my fantasy house anywhere, I'd pick something in some beautiful, fantastic bit of Irish countryside, and it would be a cottage built of stones and be hundreds of years old, with slightly rough wood floors and a dozen woolen throws available for use at any given them. And a big, roaring fireplace.…

Fallingwater is amazing, but I seem to remember reading an article that talked about how horrifically moldy and gross it got from all the moisture...kind of killed my architecture boner. :(

I've always wanted a bungalow in my city. And now I have one. We decided to live in a less fancy neighborhood so that we could afford one (still a good neighborhood, though, just a little less urban than we would like perhaps). It was built in the early 1920s and it's taken a shitton of time, effort, and money to…

I LOVE the house in The Kids Are Alright. Sooo gorgeous. I love the moldings in the rooms and the kitchen and everything about that house.

Um where was there any hating on her for unzipping her suit a bit? All I've seen is some chuckling commiseration...

Ughhhh vag itch NO. I get it just randomly when I'm hot/sweaty (just like ball/boob itch, same sort of effect), and it's awful. You have to just attempt to subtly squirm until you can get to the bathroom. Then you scratch like crazy, wash your hands very thoroughly, exit bathroom and you start itching all over again.…

I was just thinking about the quality vs. quantity issue. Mr. Water and I have a toddler and two kids on the way, and we of course don't have as much sex as we used to. We're fucking tired! Know what we do do, though? We flirt, we grab each other's butts while making dinner, we give each other steamy kisses as we come…

Call them directly ASAP, be kind, patient, and slightly self-deprecating, and you will probably get what you want unless they have some unusual situation like the whole hotel booked for a conference. Good luck!

Okay I tried to edit this but Kinja won't let me. It's embarrassingly long. I got all excited about my husband, sorry guys.

The first time I saw my husband he was riding the bus home from university. I was with my serious boyfriend at the time, who was a Ph.D. student/adjunct professor at the same university. I was a wee 19-year-old. He was talking so jovially with a bunch of strangers on the bus that both my bf and I smiled to ourselves…

I pose exactly like this while getting dressed, every single day.

Spokane is truly an armpit of a town. I've hated it since I was a kid. I don't know why - it just creeps me the hell out.

I feel like The Avengers movie was not NOT made for women, if that makes sense. But no, nothing else comes to mind specifically.

I think it was the dark scruffs of hair poking out of his hat that really emphasized it all. And I don't blame you!

I'm surprised you didn't just throw some fucking nachos in their faces. I commend your restraint. Gross. Amazing how much casual racism warps your brain. There was literally no logical reaction to those adorable shots of a man and his child besides "Aww! So sweet that he's sharing this big moment with his kid."

So like why are we not pushing RISUG nonstop at this point? It sounds amazing. No hormonal side effects. No permanent decisions. Every time I read about it I get excited and wish that it was a thing already.

I spent the entirety of Russell Wilson's victory speech saying stupid stuff like "He's so CUTE. Omg he's so adorable. He's so precious. LOOK AT HIS CHEEKS. WHAT IS HE, 23 YEARS OLD? HE'S A BABY. HE'S SO CUTE." I couldn't stop. So embarrassing.

People never fail to constantly stun me at the first thoughts that pop into their head with shit like this. Jesus, it never even OCCURRED to me that it wasn't his baby or the race of the baby's mother or...just...no! Fuck. All I thought was "aww omg what a cute baby, how nice to have a sweet moment between father and…