I have thoughts about the deep things one, but I’m three-quarters afraid to post them just in case I’m That Person.

I LOVE Evil Week! Yay yay yay!

And it doesn’t help that it manifests differently in various aspects of life.

Srsly? I was on the train today—that “Think Big!” breast enhancement ad is even less subtle than Manhattan Mini Storage’s political leanings.

Oh my god, the Brooks Adrenaline. Yes, yes, yes, and yes. Literally the only item I will pay full price for without a second thought.

Oh my god, the Brooks Adrenaline. Yes, yes, yes, and yes. Literally the only item I will pay full price for without…

Damn, damn, damn. Nick Chubb is terrifically talented, a really great kid, and has been a DGD. He deserves amazing success on and off the field. Hoping like hell this is one of those injuries that somehow looks worse than it is.

Her Company of Rogues stuff is Regency, and my favorites, but were written earliest and can feel a little cliche in the initial books. A group of 12 schoolboys vowed mutual protection at (?) Harrow. Now grown up, each has adventures, and of course, falls in love. If you start here, I’d lead with An Unwilling Bride…

Do you read Jo Beverley? I *love* Jo Beverley.

Now am trying to remember if I follow you or not. #CriticalMysteries

Yeah? Yeah? Well, get a facting clue, you factin’ factor.

Oh, sweet jesus. I’m never sleeping again.

Pitching in the Glamorise Double-Layers . . . I love that bra.

I’ve become a huge fan of the Glamorise Double-Layer—doesn’t choke you like *actually* wearing double layers does, but gives you that little bit extra motion control that’s totally clutch.

And with that, your transformation into a Foxworthy punchline is complete. Thank you for your time and attention, goodsir, and I’m sure you’ll be wanted for the local news. Make sure you mention that the tornado sounded like a train.

I hate her.

Ohhhh, god, this makes me nuts. This lady is making my life harder, just by knowing she exists.

THIS. The more ridiculous the neon, the better.

I had to reply, not because I had anything even remotely helpful to add, but just to do some sort of fist bump/high five/applause/weary nod thing.

I wish the MTA would do this. I am more paranoid about those machines than anywhere else.

Now I have this bizarre desire to go to Subway, ask for the olives 1x, 2x, then shake my head sadly, plunk a Can O' Olives down on the counter and say, "y'know, just use this."