I am so so proud of my beponytailed little donut licker.  I have been bopping to Sweetener on repeat since Friday.  It’s a total jam.  The handful of trap tracks delight me, Sweetener itself has a great melodic line into the chorus, God is a woman has been my shit for a few weeks now, Pharrell added some great stuff…

Bleep Bloop Bleep Let’s Laugh With Celebrities With Mr. Good Time Smiley Pants

“DADDDDYYYYYY DIDNT GIVE ATTENTIOONNNNNNN”

So would you say that, just like the MySpace bulletins that demanded you repost them lest you be greeted in the night by some dead young girl ready to murder you, these scary stories have a cultural expiration date, meant to be consumed on the internet and the internet alone?

Never heard of Supreme. Is it “legacy” in just New York? Am I too old? Too young? What is happening.

We’ve got some azaleas in our yard that bunnies sleep in every night so they have started growing outwards and creeping onto the cement and into the other flowers instead of growing up. No point really, it just feels like a metaphor. 

Speaking as a white person, I fuckin’ hate how white people are such sniveling crybabies. I’ve never understood how assholes like this think diversity is bad.

Counterpoint: Carpool Karaoke is fun and nice. See: Sir Paul McCartney and Adele episodes, among others.

Did Putin show an ID when he bought Trump?

Some of us are incredibly nervous fliers who find great comfort in sitting next to a friend/partner. I don’t ever zone out on a flight and relax. Not ever. I *do* often like to hold my husband’s hand during turbulence or bad weather on a flight. People: we’re all different.

Forget the discrimination aspect for one second. I don’t care if I’m a purple Muslim hermaphrodite from Jupiter, if I fucking paid for premium I am sitting in fucking premium, and no fuckers are making me sit in fucking coach, from my severely beaten lifeless body are you taking this from me.

Who paid to sit in first class and who got a free upgrade.

Can any Canadians identify with this?

I’m pretty sure I read somewhere it’s Tomato Lasagna.

Surely he does enough coke and uppers to even that out. The heart don’t like the constant upper/downer thing for too long though.

Anyone who actually practices self care would stay away from this level of toxic douchebaggery.

I can smell the Drakkar Noir through my monitor.

Man, what a punchable face.

I love The Holiday so much. When I went and saw it in theaters one of the guys sitting in front of me turned to his friend at the end and said “Independence Day was more realistic than that movie.” Which was fair, I guess. But whatever.