I wake up hungry, man. There's no skipping breakfast for me. That being said...I don't have a big breakfast. Special K or an egg with an english muffin. I wish I could have a big ass greasy diner breakfast everyday though. Mmm. Also, I teach and take 6 am fitness classes so I'm eating post workout.

Julia Stiles, where have you been?????????????

Crazies in every religion, sigh.

no much better to thump the fembot bible in unnecessary rage

Really terrifying. I mean, any place that breeds its very own special drug resistant strains of TB and HIV is a frightening fucking place.

i always thought the plastic surgery was odd, obviously, but even odder that they all got the same, terrible, freakish plastic surgery. latoya and michael still somehow looked related. just not to their former selves.

Cue every discussion ever had in a college course on the history of the Holocaust GO

Fawtly Towers for life.

This is stupid. Hardly worth getting fired for. Also, moose meat is excellent. Clearly someone doesn't appreciate how lucky one would have to be to win a hunting permit in the lottery AND manage to bag one. It's pretty rare.

She's pretty covered up. She's not in a bathing suit.

Again, total minority apparently, but this is only as bothersome to me as someone's sonogram.

We could totally talk about Brazilians and the inevitable waxing of one's anus, fine by me. Not really all that terrible. About as proper as guns in polite conversation, in my opinion.

He does speak about the oppression, land confiscation, and that his cousin (I think it was a cousin - a relative) was shot dead in the street for no reason other than being Irish.

But that's the character. I doubt many lords or earls were sympathetic to the Irish cause. If they were history may have played out a bit differently. It would be lovely but totally unrealistic to write a character of the wealthy British Earl who supported the Irish cause for independence.

I appreciate that she managed the Bronx accent that MOST of Bronx born people speak with as opposed to the comical, over the top, ridiculous ones most people go for.

I don't mind pictures of kids but the sonograms get to me. Seems awfully invasive. I mean, you may be my Facebook friend, but that doesn't mean I want to see the inside of your uterus and your fetus. Sorry. Skeeves me out a tad.

I would quite enjoy if in a few decades my hair did turn " a startling shade of platinum" a la Paula Deen. I always wanted to grow old and have Emmylou Harris's hair.

Two words: adult acne.

The thing is, I could never intern, because let's be honest, most internships don't pay, and if you're unlucky enough to not have a trust fund or other financial support network, well fuck, can't really work for free, now can we?