O, I feel like crying when I think of Snape. But I can see it.

Oh em gee. Y’all are dedicated to this dude. I made a stupid little quip and really have no clue who this person is, but clearly I have fucked up.

No, boo! Not trying to be mean. We’re all a little goth deep down, yeah?

Why is Marilyn Manson in the top pic? Anyone?

Oh, sleep! You sweet elusive bastard.

Oh, fuck no.

Do it!

As someone who did a double major in philosophy, my tits def take offense.

Right?! Just fucking say what you want to say.

Why did you do this to me?

So, as a formerly Hot (I turn 38 next week, and we all know thatzzz not Hot) I endorse this message.

With you!

No no no no and no.

Woe is us, boo.

Psssst: it’s the bread basket.

Maybe you’re hot and smart? That combination will not stand.

Also, Hot Woman, thank you for this!

Benedict Beckeld, the Brooklyn writer in his late 30s

I approve this strategy.

I need no explanation re: cat vom. We had new concrete stairs poured at the front steps, and Cuddles promptly vommed before they had set. Oh, well.