Romney managed to be defensive, twitchy, and smug all at the same time. Obama reminded me a little bit of how I felt a couple of weeks ago when I was wearing seasickness patches for days on end (yes, I was on a ship) and felt constantly stoned. I kept wanting him to show a bit more fire. But Romney was just a little…

Exactly.

I have a friend who has spent a good amount of time around Michael Richards, and while he is not a doctor, he suspects Richards may have bipolar disorder. He can be charming and wonderful to be around, and then he can be completely unreasonable and erratic. I don't say this to excuse his actions but to perhaps put…

I love you.

COTD my friend!

No problem, hon. I'll see yuh downy oshun. How 'bout dem O's?

Everything I ever see of this woman only makes me cringe in fear for her child. Please tell me someone else is taking care of that kid.

Ah, the old "born on third and thinks she hit a triple" syndrome.

Thank you! At 47, I'm becoming more aware of the passage of time, but it's spurred me to tackle things I've wanted to do (spend two months driving solo across the USA) or never thought I'd want to do (run half marathons). I have less time and patience for BS, but a greater appreciation for small moments of joy and…

I swear, I cannot make any words for this beyond FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING FUCK. Directed at the article's author of course. I just. Can't.

I just verified I cannot watch this show, when I saw the screencap above about the toenails in the bed. I practically gag at the sight of someone's nail clippings in a place where they should not be (i.e., anywhere outside of a trash can).

I know! I'm so glad my stepson left the house so he can't ask me why I'm laughing so hard.

Get well, Rosie. Ladies, please pay attention to this. My mom had a massive heart attack but was only feeling dizzy and weak. Went into full cardiac arrest in the ambulance after calling me complaining that she wasn't feeling well. She had been having vague gastrointestinal problems for a week or so before it…

This. Right here. That is what I've been saying for over 35 years since I was a kid who learned about procreation.

Oh, COTD gold!

I hear you. I am glad all my youthful shenanigans were over by 1995.

I've seen it in action as well. I've worked in a private school where male teachers were paid more than female teachers of equivalent experience, because "they're the breadwinners, and women have husbands to rely on for the larger paychecks." I've also worked in radio stations as a female announcer with more…

I unsubscribe to the people who post those.

*snort* Crotchfruit. I am so borrowing that.

I like children. I like food. I do not like children with food all over their faces. Perhaps I am too much of a clean freak, but it just grosses me the fuck out.