domesticallydisabled
Domestically Disabled
domesticallydisabled

I would like to thank Twitter for bringing me Kayne's ridiculous but endearing insights.

I've been using the "fake it til you make it line" to coax myself out of a major downward slide into depression for the past couple of weeks. It's actually been helping.

I bet Charlie Sheen has a lot of infections that don't make the news.

Does everyone and their mother who was popular in the 90s get a reality show these days?

so so lame.

Having worked with the senior citizen population for many years, I can say this type of line is more typical than not.

Does/did anyone else confuse Broadsheet's Tracy Clark-Flory with Jezzie's Tracie Egan Morrissey as often as I did?

Ugh, that happened to me. I was nine. At the time. I went to an elementary school that only went up to 4th grade, so it didn't even have the little garbage cans in the stall in the girl's room. Talk about traumatizing, figuring out where you're going to dispose of things...

@BearDownCBears: That was the single best moment of 2010 for me. Buh-bye Brett Favre, taken down by a Bears rookie.

I discovered the other day that Netlix has a ton of fitness videos available for rental and streaming. The $9.99 a month plan is worth it for both fitness and entertainment purposes.

My friend, a surgical nurse, has a polaroid of her proudly holding someone's leg amputated at the knee. She displays this on her refrigerator, of all places.

@flowersk: It was my 2nd New Year's break up too, actually! Though the first one was actually New Year's Day when I was shown a tape of my then-boyfriend screwing some random girl at our friend's party. I stayed home because I was recuperating from surgery. My friends were fantastic enough to run right over so they

@grinchkandy: I consider it at least once a week, but my morbid curiosity always gets the best of me. But you're right, it's probably better not to know that to torture myself with the little tidbits I glean from it.

I've been mourning a breakup for exactly a year now. Last New Years I dosed myself with everything and anything I could find in the house and cried until I passed out. I'd like to think I'm doing somewhat better this year, but... I have been obsessively checking my former paramour's Facebook every few hours over the

@Alohamaid: Order the pizza. You're just going to obsess over it otherwise. And I'm having my own last hurrah this evening as far as pop is concerned. I have a pitcher of iced mate ready in my fridge for the morning instead of the usual 20oz of Mt. Dew.

Denise Richards really has a dating niche, doesn't she? She sticks to 80s relics. I gotta find my niche...

Whoa. Was Jena Malone always so thin?

As far as I'm concerned, all is fair in love and war.

I had a "Saw" themed dream, lots of torture and other gratuitous violence. I have Halloween anxiety.