Oh crap. I just turned 30. I didn't realize that my sexy was required to be automatically powered down on the eve of my 30th birthday.

Oh no! Poor little dude. I've had a 20 lb cat before, and he was pretty fat. I can't imagine how you get a cat to 36 lbs. Hope someone gets him healthy!

I hope my little sister doesn't see this. She has had a pathological fear of escalators since we were kids and watched this Rescue 911 episode about a little boy who's almost strangled to death by his clothes when he gets caught in the escalator. At 27 she still flinches getting on the escalator if she thinks about…

She definitely sounded like she was singing live. You didn't catch the bits when she was dancing and lost her breath a bit?

Ha. Yeah. When I first start dating him, he'd returned home to try to finish his degree at a regional college after failing out of a good school. He was having all of these problems despite being ridiculously smart and eventually told me he used to be treated for ADD. He was always losing things, always spacing out on…

It can be the same for adults too, depending on who you go to. My boyfriend was diagnosed in childhood and had to be "re-diagnosed" in adulthood because some doctor told his parents that people grow out of ADD and took him off his medication when he graduated high school. Then he failed out of his first college, and…

AMEN. I'm from the South. I was raised to be extra polite. It makes me feel good to be a "nice" person, and honestly, it's gotten me places! I get irritated that people tell me I'm somehow not as strong if the demeanor I want to present is one of politeness and pleasantness. I worked as a reporter for years and my…

Because I was an extremely shy nerdy gaming girl growing up in a very small southern town, in high school I used the internet as a major social outlet and used to make online friends/meet people I got to know online. This was before Facebook and before dating websites took off and it was considered really considered…

I'm impressed your pet was sneaky about it. When my cat found the cat food, it was obvious because she just tore a cat head-sized hole in the bag and started eating, no attempts at subterfuge. More like, hey! This is mine! I'll just help myself.

Yeah, in college I had a cat that always wanted to lick my hands after I smoked a bowl out of my pipe, and then would plop down in the corner and sleep. I always wondered if that little dude was trying to get a buzz on. I didn't like to blow smoke in her face, though. Felt too rude.

I too lived in both states, but I think Louisiana has more state-hate for Mississippi or Alabama than Texas. Mississippi-hate is more grounded in a superiority complex and inner fear that Louisiana is more like Mississippi than it wants to admit. Alabama hate is more football related due to the Nick Saban incident.

Yeah, pee is the worst. I worked in an ice cream shop in high school and we used to be visited regularly by an older homeless man we called "Urine Man." Don't know what his story was, but it was evident that be peed on himself a lot and never changed his clothes. He reeked of ammonia so powerful it could knock you…

Eh, I understand what you mean. I've never been that attracted to conventionally "hot" guys either. I generally am not attracted to a dude who looks like he spends more time on his appearance than I do, i.e. huge gym-swollen muscles, hairless body, etc., probably because I project meathead on them. We all have our own…

He's not much into T.V. in general, and really isn't into reality television... I can barely get him to even pay attention to my prestige shows, let alone my Top Chefs, Project Runways, and RuPaul Drag Race. The last two T.V. shows I could get him to watch with any dedication were Breaking Bad and Friday Night Lights.…

I can't handle it. I'm SO EXCITED.

That's why I buy expensive perfume. Both the desire to conserve an expensive liquid and fear of over applying work together to keep me moderate. A $6 aerosol can of smell just seems to incline people to hose themselves down.

Dear America, I live amongst the rednecks in the wild. I know you're used to adoring carefully-edited, family-friend TV rednecks, with their long beards, funny accents and love of camo. But some of them are also flawed human beings with ignorant opinions about the world. Welcome to real life.

I loved that catalog. I probably did better than most little girls with TWO American girl dolls purchased for me by my grandma, but my parents would never give me any of the accessories (rightly so, they were kind of ridiculous) and my mom would only sew me new outfits for my dolls. But oh how I loved to flip through…

So I love my cats, but I definitely don't love them enough to carry tiny stuffed versions of them around in my purse all day so I can take pictures of them enjoying the city sites with me. And I kind of feel okay about that.

I prefer cats. I like dogs, but don't quite understand them (why you gotta be all up on me all the time? take some time for yourself, doggy). I like birds in the wild, where they want to stay as far away from me as I do from them. But pet birds? Esssh. Parrots are like devil spawn to me. I used to know a guy with a…