I am walking around today feeling like the pain she is feeling is mine too. It was her loss, it was my loss too and I am feeling it deeply as I struggle not to cry at my desk today. I feel I admire Clinton more than before. We may never call her Madam President, but I think we all will remember her grace and her…

If we ever had any doubt how violently the entire world hates women — including a staggering percentage of women — we can definitively put it to rest.

It was a MEXICAN~

If I find that one I’ll add it!

But oh man, having the time and money to spend three hours at the gym everyday with a personal trainer?

Agreed. As a NYer I always look around as the train pulls in since this is my nightmare.

I am so frustrated and confused by the lack of security in the Westworld labs. But I also like Radiohead, so it’s all a toss-up.

True. I’m just as freaked out about what Trumpenstein’s little monsters may do on November 9 if he loses.

When the Sugarbakers dispense advice, you take it.

There’s no healing. Healing involves getting back to the spot you were before the wound. With grief and loss, that can’t happen.

Especially when “closure” requires something from someone else. I hate that. I’ve had to talk several girlfriends from bugging their exes for “closure.”

Thank you for this - I literally LOL’d.

Guy’s got a point. :(

And with a 58-year-old Breathless Mahoney who, surprise!, didn’t die and has cheekbone implants.

Rom romberts for president 2016!!!

Well, there it is right there.

it’s just a picture of legs that cuts to an image of a man standing in a burning house and he has a goat head and his eyes are the black of the void and then it cuts back to an image of legs with paint on them and then it’s the goat headed man and he’s closer to the foreground and I can smell sulfur and then it cuts…

Also there’s a dozen paint markers in the photo.

Also the way Ford spoke to Cullen about him, like “Be careful, he’s delicate.” I can’t recall the exact phrasing, but it made me think of how a docent would speak about a priceless vase on a wobbly pedestal.