That will teach those k bitches for thinking they were impenetrable. Blac Chyna just went into the cavern of doom through the front door.

Denise knew he had HIV. She’s known since pretty much the beginning, but she hadn’t told their daughters yet. Her and Charlie have been on bad terms since he kicked her and the kids out of the house he bought them. She had to go to court to get him to start paying his child support again, because he is a manipulative…

I like to call Casey Affleck “The one who can actually act.”

The man could craft a sentence, that’s for sure.

Beloved was so beautiful.

I feel like it’s recently become very uncool to say so, but I still love The Great Gatsby. I just find the writing beautiful.

Catch 22. Such a good book.

I’m seeing it at a local theater tonight! gonna spice up my life!!

It’s called “the duality of man”.

My daughter died suddenly of a previously undiagnosed heart condition, Long QT Syndrome. She was at her apartment in university and was studying at the time of her death. Sudden cardiac death happens and it is heartbreaking and tragic. I hope this poor family finds out what happens to their daugher, and I hope so much…

Smashmouth tho?? Biggest case of ‘who asked you’ I’ve seen this week.

You’d be salty too if you lived in flavortown.

I’ma bust out a classic for you here :

I agree with you on the color but hate the dress overall. The pockets to me read less “avant-garde” and more “I got oven mitts to match my pretty dress and I’m just waiting to take these pans out of the oven”.

Or how about.... Cones of Dunshire?

“Hello ladies, you’re looking lovely this evening. Maybe we should all go back to my room...have you ever heard of Settlers of Catan?”

No. I said the article reminds me that my cats are better not that the reason I WANT to be alone and a spinster is because there are no ‘good guys’. I want to be alone because I have no interest in being with another human being. I have no interest in having anyone take on my EXTREMMMME amount of baggage and honestly?…

pondering his next move: Call up his friends who all have kids are in for the night? Or venture out alone, “grab a girl,” have sex—only to wake up with a ragingly unproductive headache in the morning?

Why wouldn’t you and Jenny want to embrace your inner Livia Soprano? Livia is amazing. Sometimes I am walking down the street minding my own business and Livia’s delivery of, “Oh, he’s another one” pops into my head and I collapse in awed laughter. My New Year’s resolution is to be more like Livia. (Don’t worry, I…