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Big ups to all my Crazy Lindas.

I think there’s a weird media echo-chamber effect happening here. Young people see dickish media articles ragging on them. Young writers fail to recognize dickish media writers are not the same as older co-workers. Young writers conflate dickish media writers with older co-workers. Young writers then create articles

That chick’s naval wants to go into hiding after all that gazing.

I just feel like, if this is how she writes everything, no wonder life is a struggle.

I just like how clear you made this.

this was so many

Earlier this evening, I read an article about how it’s awful to work with people my age, because we’re… something. It was unclear

You’re not just thinning the value of something you’ve already got by applying it too often and too far, which is currently the case across the temporal board.

I know these letters and most of the words, but I can’t tell what they are trying to say.

Everybody realizes how bad this law would have been if Bobby Jindal’s evangelical theocracy was still in charge of the State, right? It would have been Mississippi, part II.

This is absolutely amazing. Honestly, a great work, I really found it fascinating. Love this line, which made me almost spit out water from laughing:

HA! The civil emergency sirens started going off all over my county this morning starting at 4am and this was the PD response:

This depresses me.

Ronnie Salami is pretty great, but then you would have to go by Ronnie

Ron Pastrami is a sweet name, don’t be ashamed.

damn. *mic drop*

I use a fork to keep from stuffing my face. If I have to cut it up in small bites then it takes longer and I don't find myself going for a second slice as others at the table are still sprinkling Parmesan on their firsts.

Word, like if the pizza place offers utensils... come on. That whole fold your pizza like an italian taco-DIY calzone thing is for standing room only, “by the slice” joints.

This is making me very uncomfortable, partially because this sounds like a deadly boring book, but mostly because I wore a white dress....and white elbow length gloves to my prom. Earnestly. In 1998.