What about those of us who spend an hour furiously rage-texting everyone we know when we visit our parents in Austin, Texas, and someone suggests going out to fucking CHIPOTLE for tacos?

That whole sequence is a brilliant piece of physical comedy.

This sounds like something Ray would say in Achewood.

Why do you hate life?

LEGEND OF KORRA! Yay!

I'll see it if I don't have to go all the way into the District to see it.

Well, this sounds cool.

They just play Americans.

That's because Lemonade is fuckin' awesome.

Ouch.

Do you even hear yourself? Do you just copy and paste from a template whenever someone challenges you to care about people you don't already have in your mental circle of "deserving respect and understanding"?

How exactly the fuck would you know? Are you a medical doctor? A mental health professional? Even a frickin' nutritionist?

Nah, my bad. Sorry for misunderstanding. Although I think you should try harder to not judge. I love food and cooking and I absolutely get the frustration, which I also struggle with when I'm dealing with picky eaters. But we're talking about people who can try to eat fruit cocktail for an entire year and make no…

I will give it a shot!

I've had chronic insomnia since adolescence, so at this point, I've just had a lot of practice running on inadequate sleep. I have various coping mechanisms (the most important of which was learning not to let myself ramp up into a huge ball of stress on nights when I just can't sleep at all, because that makes it…

Oh wow, that's like the whole Boston/Halifax Christmas tree thing, but way more poignant.

I get that way sometimes about foods I ate as a kid. I chalk it up to childhood nostalgia.

I think I misread your first comment.

Sure, that's helpful and warranted.

I hope it's the new The Vampire Diaries. (Because the old The Vampire Diaries is getting, eheh, a bit long in the tooth.)