That explains a lot.

I’ve said this to my Bernie loving friends. Yes yes yes he’s a democratic socialist. I know that. You know that. Joe Schmo in Mississippi sees this:

Good luck with that. He’s been named to Drumpf’s transition team.

I unfollowed several political pages, unfriended three people so far. I just can’t anymore. Now I’m in trouble at work for posting something semi-connected to the election. I could actually lose my job. Might be worth it.

Wednesday night me and the fiance went for dinner and to see Doctor Strange, just for some escapism. The restaurant was dead, the streets were empty, and there was almost no one at the theater, save the guy with his head in his hands at a table by the popcorn stand.

Yeah, I’m out. I don’t have the resources to leave now but I will in a few years. If we are this scared of brown people, gay people and women then I don’t want to stick around. Even if we recover someday I won’t forget this. This isn’t my country anymore.

Every second of this is gold, I can’t even pick a favorite quote. (Maybe hate Zamboni? I’ve always thought Zamboni was a great word).

This is going to sound really dumb but...I’ve never in my life been offered one. Do you have to ask for one? I live in WNY and have never seen them at any of my polling places in my adult life.

Oh I don’t mind nosey.

I found my dress 2 weeks ago. Three quarter sleeves! Sabrina neckline! A ten size difference between by bust and my hips *sobs*

Going to wait and see until next year when I get married and get on Future Husband’s insurance. Right now it’s an impossibility.

I’d cut off one of my own boobs for a free breast reduction...oh, wait...might have to come to that!

I’ll be getting married for the first time next year. I’ll be almost 44. Everyone is asking if I’ll be having a baby. I just...can’t with it anymore. I have spoken of my non-desire for kids for almost 30 years. It’s like they want to win some contest I never agreed to be in.

He was a great comedic actor, which we tend to forget now. This is one of my favorite line readings ever:

You just know he’s come back with “Well why did they let me do it then?”

There is nothing more beautiful than my Wegmans on my way home from work, at 11:30 pm. Unless you need a rotisserie chicken or something from the deli.

My mother had a similar experience around the same time. Her OB/GYN, a stubborn, old Polish Catholic, wouldn’t tell her what was wrong. She was slowly getting sicker and sicker. When she finally miscarried, the fetus was no where as far along as she thought she was. She must have been carrying a dead fetus for…

Ugh I have bad dry eye and TSPK (a cornea condition in which my corneas swell) and this is the reason I don’t use it. WTF.

We would consistently find these in the “metaphysics” section of the Borders I worked at 2 decades ago. I get handed one at least once a week at my job now (I work with large swaths of the public). Got this just last week:

I know he came back for a short run, I would have loved to have seen him.