Raise your hand if you watched this movie 50389405983 times and practiced the choreography in your basement every evening. Oh, just me?

Fuck that. I just got promoted to manager, and I nevertheless plan on working 4o hours on the dot each week. A lot of older managers are in the habit of logging on in the evenings at my company, and I can tell you all that there is a 0% chance of me doing that. As soon as I do it, it will become the expectation. Nope.

If I were Jennifer Aniston, I would do everything in my power to get married and have a kid in secret. Like, Clint Barton style secret family. And then, when my kid was 18, I’d go out in public near some paparazzi, and when they asked who he/she was, I’d be like “Oh, that’s my kid. You know, Sam? Did you not know I’m…

Use my phone as an alarm clock? Fehh. I would never. I use my IPad as an alarm clock because HOW AM I GONNA SEE ALL THE DISCOURAGEMENT ON THE INTERNET WITH BLEARY MORNING EYES on a tiny little phone screen?

I love this. I know it’s not kosher to judge other people for how they choose to live their lives, and it’s not great to have women knocking other women down, but damn. It’s refreshing to hear such celebration of non-standard beauty. And there is such a tremendous pressure to look pretty for others, to be in the…

This makes me a little sad. We <3 you, and we <3 u bleachie!