Nobody cares about the reality. If I don't see this correctly, what else am i miss-seeing? What else in my life is a lie? How can I ever know what you see? WHAT IS DRESS?

wonderful movie

Well, after reading your story, I think mayhaps your auntie wasn't too far off with her question.

I know a few people who label themselves libertarian because they are conservative but without the religious belief stuff built in. However, there are plenty of so-called non-religious libertarians who are anti-choice.

I thought you were joking about the Selena Gomez pics, that is some Love's Baby Soft level of creepy! And she is grown! (Also, Jia, thrilled that you were back in the Midweek Madness saddle, I was sobbing laughing today.)

I enjoy the show (John Barrowman FTW), but I started following Amell on Twitter and now I mostly just give his tweets side eye.

I'm much, much, much more concerned with our bloated military budget than I'll ever be with social program fraud.

For fuck's sake. It's none of your goddamn business!!!!! You're not the sole taxpayer contributing to these programs! If a parent wants to get their kid actual Cheerios instead of fucking CardboardCircleO's or whatever the generic shit is so they can feel like they're a fucking human being worthy of quality products…

Hey naysayers,

I loved this so much. Also, this quote sums up everything that I think is great and magical and wonderful about space travel:

the real heroes are internet commenters who are always here to remind us how much everyone sucks

Giuliana is a person of color. And that color is often orange.

As opposed to regular coke, which is all natural, squeezed straight from the coke fruit.

Why the frowny face? Sounds great to me.

Georgina, girl, what's it worth to you?

The Girl Scout lemon cookies, whatever the HELL they're called, are a religious experience.

Speaking of kids and underwear, when I was in kindergarten I had a HUGE crush on my older brother's best friend Sam, a sexy older man in the 4th grade. Every day after school, after Sam and my bro locked themselves in his bedroom to avoid me, I would slide my Little Mermaid panties, one by one, underneath the door. …

Oh my goodness where do I begin. Should I talk about my obsession with sharks, spiders, gemstones, or the sinking of the Titanic? No. Should I tell stories about how I used to "live" in the tree height hedges in our yard and would stay there for hours speaking in monkey language to myself till my mom would call me…

I had a weird obsession with cannibalism. For my 4th grade enrichment class I built a large papier mâché island featuring a volcano, trees, caves, essential cooking pot and cannibal play figures. I wish I had a picture of that. Instead I offer the Mother's Day card I made that year. Mum still has it. I can't believe…

Thanks-a-Lots are not basic-ass cookies. The chocolate layer is THICK. It's the perfect cookie to have with morning coffee.