Plus the waste of material!
Yeah, I’ve been weepy all through this damn post.
She’s cute and all, but sorry, no. There will never be another Anne for me.
As soon as the scene starts where she’s wearing that sweater, I just start bawling my face off. It’s Pavlovian at this point.
Well-spotted. Thanks!
A Knights of Columbus thingie, maybe? I couldn’t find a matching image online, though.
He’s obviously pathologically incapable of not perseverating on any slight against him—I’m not sure of what that’s indicative, but it does play to his extremely self-centered nature. Everything is always about him, which I also think leads to his rambles. He’s so enamoured of hearing himself talk, but because…
He’s definitely pathological, but I think it’s a mix of flavours rather than one standout.
I was in the mall with a younger friend when I was 19 or 20, and this group of skeezy redneck punks started following us around REALLYCLOSE (“Check out the creepy girls! Goth girls are hot in bed.”, ad nauseum). The “leader” of the pack grabbed the back of my neck and tried to yank me back into him—I swung around and…
This is still one of my all-time favourite comedy skits.
His hand looks like art from “Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark.”
I’m a US expat who is also now a Canadian citizen. I’ve been walking a weird tightrope with friends—most of them are appalled by this whole election and we’ve been able to talk about it, but some of them think they’re experts on it.
I absolutely did the same.
I’m 44, almost 45, and I started going grey around 20—it wasn’t traumatic for me, because I’ve been dyeing it since I was 18. I’m considering letting it go and seeing what it looks like.
I’ve been an admin assistant for 25 years, and that’s how I was taught. It’s so much a piece of my body memory now that I probably would have a very hard time changing it.