You're my new favourite person.

Ugh. Like we (Cambodia) don't have enough problems as it is.

Sweet Jesus.

Awww, she looks like a happy little biscuit.

Awe, she looks like a happy little biscuit.

That's awesome :)

The worst day of my life was when a friend told me there was Trixie Belden fanfic on the web.

If anyone wants to brag about how 'well-read' they are, it sure won't be with Harold Robbins.

There is not enough Russian Market valium in the world to deal with that shit.

Congratulations!

She exhibits substantially more talent in her chosen field than fellow Gossip Girl graduate Blake Lively, that's for sure. Stay sad, little panda. It's working for you.

So he's this guy

You'll do what's right for you when it's time. I'm glad you're home safe.

Donkey peeking through a fence at my horse's barn. Boom.

This thread is my favourite of the day. Thank-you.

That is the most fantastic thing I have ever seen. I want it all on permanent loop and projected on my living room wall.

Terry Richardson's work always looks like something you'd find in a sealed evidence bag a few years after that Amber Alert came to its inevitable, sorrowful conclusion.

It's vengeance for all the Combos I can't eat. Hand to God, I love those things, as does my son. I came home from Austin once with a carry-on piece filled with nothing but bags of Combos of varying sizes and flavours.

At Christmas they have these ginger molasses cookies that my son goes ape over. It's the only thing that makes suffering through a Canadian prairie winter worthwhile.

Way to bury the lede, there, Anna.