Try some lycra blend pencil skirts. I bought a bunch of them at Old Navy and Target. Pair them up with a sweater set and flats. It's a slightly retro/Mad Men look that can be really flattering. I was worried that I'd look like a sausage with legs, but get lots of compliments. If buying sweater sets seems too pricy, go…

I mean, it's been 22 days and it's a weekend. I wouldn't worry.

Dear ex I just Facebook stalked because Facebook asked me if I knew you,

hey i resemble that remark

To me Jude Law will always be J-Law.

Good. I'm tired of Jezebel telling me she's my "BFF".

Oh no, who are over weight middle aged housewives going to call their imaginary BFF now?

So this will probably languish in the greys. My bf broke up with me today, and I was BLINDSIDED. I'm devastated. I don't know why I'm so unloveable, I mean my mom didn't love me. I really thought we had a future together. I'm seriously contemplated ending it. I'm so tired. Maybe will see this and cares, and if not I…

I am a librarian and previously worked in a really shitty job with a bunch of awesome people. We were all constantly trying to find new jobs and the librarian field is not a great job market right now, so we definitely applied many times over for the same job. It is really hard. REALLY REALLY HARD. I just had to take…

I am not having a good night. Blah blah loneliness. Blah blah tiny violins.

The worst was this morning when I realized what happened the night before. Hangover and seeing his name on my called list just made me want to go back to sleep in blissful ignorance.

Ugh, I once texted my ex after 5 months of radio silence. At 3:00am. The text read, "Hey home skillet. How are you? I'm just being normal."

I'm having a bit of a rough night. In September I moved 5000 miles away from home to pursue my masters/dream. It's really fulfilling and I love the kind of work I'm doing over here, but I'm feeling really, really homesick tonight. Moving here I've had to spend my time. I eat and shop for food differently, do different…

Oh, I will brawl you for him. He's pre-approved by my mum, even.

Ugh! Self-important new-agey people make me crazy, like "empaths" who think they can feel your emotions, even better than you can, or the historical inaccuracies of neo-pagans. Worship however you please, but I draw a line when this nonsense trounces the legitimate scholarship.

See Also: Groupthink

CROWDSOURCING: (n), a HR procedure in which multinational corporations convinces people to work for free in return for computer generated encouragement.

1) Models are real people too. Their beauty is just an outlier.

I mean...we're all in agreement that Beyoncé is some sort of mythical creature, right? Don't mind me, just hopping a private jet in my luxurious bejeweled gown. Never thee mind, peasants!

If I wanted to see 100 pictures of good ole "RiRi", I'd follow her on Instagram.