I so, so wish I could pull off the slinky tuxedo (Le Smoking!) but my tits are too big.

Until I saw that picture I’d forgotten the Quayles existed. It can’t be unseen.

I consistently go back to a Hold Steady lyric when I see this stuff. “I survived the 80’s one time already...and I don’t recall it all that fondly”.

I was feeling mighty optimistic about the new year and then my dad had a massive heart attack this afternoon. He’s stable but then I had to listen to my Mom go on about how it sucks getting older and this is what I have waiting for me.

First Trump talking about Clinton’s “disgusting” bathroom break and now this. What’s with the GOP’s obsession with what goes on behind the stall door?

Ugh, we share a birthday? Noooooooo.

One of these beard clones just opened a pickle shop a few streets away from my place. The worst part is is that I love pickles. The struggle is real.

For real. My parents live near a local cider mill. Gotta get in that cider an donut action before it closes for the season.

I love her on Miss Fisher Mysteries.

I made the mistake of taking a sip of my drink at just that moment. I just had to clean apple cider off my computer screen.

Looks like we’re the same age and you’re right. I don’t remember it being a boys club. The Kenner ads had girls and boys playing with the action figures. I had tons of the toys. I was never put down for it. I dressed like Leia for Halloween at age 4. It just seems to be a massive blind spot on the part of men.

One of the last things my grandmother said to my Mom before she died in the spring was “You know, there’s ways to lose weight”. She was 96, and my Mom is in her late 60’s. Mom has suffered from thyroid and auto immune disorders, probably since she was a kid (undiagnosed because God forbid her mother ever take her to…

I have decided that if I ever do get around to a wedding, my three best friends will all be Maids of Honor and they will wear Le Smoking, because they would look cool as fuck in it.

I attended Catholic school through 7th grade. You either swallow the Kool Aid or you don’t. Several former classmates send their kids to same schools we were (barely) taught at. I went atheist aand never looked back.

I miss Gainsbourg. What I wouldn’t give to hear him tell ISIS to fuck right off.

Just a few weeks ago my Mom said, “Oh, if you following my footsteps you’ve got another ten years until menopause”. To which I replied, hey that’s ten years I could theoretically get knocked up, let’s not tempt fate.

Current bf likes the idea, I like the idea of the idea, but the reality? Not so much. I’m not awkward with him but bringing in a stranger or (oh god no) someone we know? Awwwwwwwkwaaaaaaard.

I can’t hear you over the sound of the Christmas music I’ve been playing since Labor Day. Can I put up the tree yet?

I had (still have though don’t use) the first one. MP3 players at the time relied on removable memory sticks and such and you would have been lucky to get an album or two on them. I laid out the cash for the luxury of getting a chunk of my music collection on one.

I find Christmas music to be very relaxing and usually start listening sometime in September. Then again I’m a Christmas baby who actually loves the holiday. This is a lesser known song but a favorite of mine, it hits that bittersweet note between the regrets of the past year and hope for the new one: