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The lack of punctuation in "Ill" makes me laugh out loud, because it describes fully the t-shirt AND its message. Sick, sick, sick. #twilight

@Little Green Frog (Wise Latina): It always stops me cold when I meet someone who thinks that Palin is the whole package. And, unfortunately, I meet a lot of folks who think that.

My five major expenses, in no particular order:

@Bgirl_Hamster: I am from the land of the McDonalds lawsuit, hence the grande-in-venti trick.

@Bgirl_Hamster: as a long time sportscar driver, I've got this.

@cdnich: Yep. I'm right there with you. It's not easy when all you want to do is have a family.

I've talked about my struggles to start a family here on occasion. I'll just post the highlights here.

Meanwhile, this former journalist (now slumming it in a dirty, dusty corner of PR and hating every moment of it) is looking up Oxford grad programs and wondering if the spouse or the cat would notice or even care if I left for six years to get a PhD in the classics.

@UrbanAchiever: If you really, really want to cleanse, use the gastroenterologist-recommended GoLYTELY.

@Misiula: Hell, dropping my maiden name was half the point. The fewer people from my childhood who can find me, the better.

Two horses fucking a male football player equals gay sex?

I recently voiced my desire to give birth in a modern hospital with anesthesia, a board-certified doctor, a couple of nurses to tell me I'm doing ok and cover my feet with blankets fresh from the blanket warmer (those things are the best!), and the knowledge that if something goes absolutely wrong, there is an OR and

I had nightmares for weeks after seeing the video of that puppet last year.

Fuck it, I'm running for office. I can spend a term of six years working for the common good. And by "common good," I do mean of/by/for the People. And then, when it was all said and done, I'd be out. (No, really!)

@hortense: Hi, can you nominate yourself for COTD?

Oh, Alamogordo. I have such fond memories of driving down to see a movie there with my dad — but if we wanted to buy books, we'd have to drive another 90 miles to Las Cruces.