One time, "A Good Man Is Hard To Find" came up on my shuffle, immediately followed by "A Good Man Is Easy To Kill" by Beulah. I had just started dating my now husband at the time.

It's a hazarous job.

Oh boy. I like pretty flowers as much as the next girl, but you won't catch me fighting anyone for them.

He has a beard, but no mustache? Is he Amish?

I heard a rumor a while back that he and Rita are huge stoners that have their own little growing operation. Nothing could have made me happier.

That movie manages to consistently scare the shit out of me every time I watch it.

Was in a wedding as a co-maid-of-honor last weekend. Bride was a
complete monster and now I’m just glad she’s on her honeymoon so I
don’t have to see her for a while. Let me paint you a picture: She had
at least 3 meltdowns, and during one of them she threw a bridesmaid’s
bouquet at the wedding site coordinator. She…

I know why she's traumatized, but I was expecting her to be a bit more useful like she is in the re-make (where she is the hero of the movie).

I actually saw the Savini one first when I was in college, and it scared the crap out of me (I'm a fraidy cat and a relatively late-bloomer when it comes to horror). When I saw the original years later, I kept saying "What the FUCK is wrong with Barbara? Someone tell her to snap out of it and get off her ass!"

My continued avoidance of pumpkin beer is going swimmingly. Fuck that shit.

My anemic chicken sandwich is so jealous of your soup right now.

Is it wrong that I enjoy the Savini Night of the Living Dead a fair amount more than original? I kind of want to watch that tonight.

It doesn't sound like there is much confidence in the equation if you're getting so wrapped up in neurosis that you can't enjoy some fleeting moments with a pretty girl at a bookstore (seriously, can you get any cuter than that?).

Or, y'know, it could have nothing to do with you. She could have started dating someone someone else before she even met you, and it didn't get serious until the week after you went out, because he picked her up from the hospital after she fell down some steps out in front her office building where EVERYONE SAW her…

Maybe I've missed something in this saga, but from what I can gather, I believe you're over-thinking it. Why would you let a woman who works at a bookstore, who you don't even really know, dictate your mental well-being?

I remember when we started sex ed, I had a friend who was sent to the principal's office for singing "Every Sperm Is Sacred" at the top of her lungs. She claimed it was her homework assignment.

We got to the John Travolta shooting up scene in Pulp Fiction and my dad said "OK, fooltheworld! Bed time! Turning this off now!". I think my step brother talked us in to watching it.

I wasn't gonna say anything, but Bret Easton Ellis? Really? Yuck.

See, I thought National Ransom was a really great country/bluegrass album, but then again I'm not a hardcore bluegrass fan. I imagine fans in NC are more serious about authenticity than most.

Last week, my husband watched the same 3 episodes of Always Sunny available on our international flight a total of four times- twice on the way there, and twice on the way back.