Ha, thanks. I was at a friend’s house; she had made the Crown crown for her Halloween costume.

I am not active, and I’m not sure how robust my work ethic is seeing as I’m doing this at work. But my hair does look like that if I don’t straighten it.

Follow up: What if the soup has bacon and/or cheese in it? Still a cleanse? Because I have to tell you, this is going to change my whole world view.

Wait, so if I make a giant pot of soup and then eat the leftovers all week, does that mean I’m doing a cleanse? Am I inadvertently dieting when I do that?

Or, “look, up in the sky! It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s WOMBMAN!”

For me, it evoked this conversation in my head:

They think feminism is good for everybody and they want to be nice to women.

I guess I should clarify: I'm not depressed that there was no beheading, I am depressed that I thought it was plausible that Carson would claim to have beheaded someone as a campaign tactic.

It's depressing. I actually read the whole article expecting some beheading.

Ooooh. For some reason I read the headline as “Ben Carson chased down and beheaded his own carjacker” and I wondered just what sort of batshit tangent his campaign was off on this time. Befriended makes more sense, sort of. I guess. I don’t know anymore. I need wine.

That sounds like my process too! Glad I'm not the only one!

YES! Yesterday I was going to be so productive and clean and bake and exercise, and all I did was watch old episodes of Friends and eat sweets left over from the New Year’s Eve party. I did manage to take my dog for a walk and take a shower, though, so that’s something, I guess.

Oh yeah, I still get it when I go to that restaurant (though I haven’t been there since it came under new ownership so maybe they don’t do it anymore). It's probably more of a nostalgia thing now. It mainly just tastes like root beer and cola.

There’s a restaurant in my town that will serve you swampwater if you ask for it. Swampwater is basically all the sodas mixed together. It was always the first thing I asked for at this restaurant. And when I was wee, my dad had me convinced that if I drank my swampwater fast enough, I might be able to catch a glimpse…

Almost everything I’ve read today (especially if it involves a Republican or god-fearing whatsit) has made me want to peel the skin off my face because it’s so. fucking. ludicrous. This douche, the douche who supports “American” shops and you can tell they’re American-owned because of the skin color of the people…

Definitely some genetics too. I have mine year round but they're definely more noticeable when I've been spending time outdoors.

In retrospect, I think you’re right. I’m sure it was just a harmless compliment but as someone who was used to being largely ignored (even for friendly small talk) by anyone of the opposite sex who was not family, I felt a little deer-in-the-headlights.

I don’t think he was drunk. We’d been on the boat for several hours at that point without access to alcohol (unless he’d brought a flask with him). I was certainly creeped out at the time, but, in retrospect, I think he was just trying to pay me a compliment. But I was an awkward 19 year old and, though I could tell…