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I’m with you. I think the bride would have a few things going on that day. But I suppose if you were close with someone in the party, you could text them? I dunno. But LOL at sending a bill. I’d send back a Polaroid of my middle finger.

Yay, have fun! Last week, my husband and I powered through the entire season on Netflix in one day. We took small bathroom breaks and ate meals on the couch. It is SO GOOD.

Obviously it was made in my name. Because I am the city’s sixth most important something or other.

I’d like to know if I am the only one who knows the smell of Sharpie—like, I would have immediately recognized it as the marker used to write on my cup. Is that weird? I feel like he should have known.

Thank you, she really was. At the time, of course no one realized those would be her last words. I laughed really hard when my dad told me they were. Like, inappropriately hard. Grief is weird. We got Murphy covered, Grandma! He’ll probably be overfed for a while.

Thank you :) She was great!

Thank you :)

So, I started watching Scandal for the first time ever, two weeks ago. I am now near the end of season 3. I HATE FITZ SOOOOO MUCH. Like, from the first episode I hated him. I hate his emotional manipulation. I hate his lying. I hate his refusal to acknowledge when Olivia says enough. I hate him. I hear that other

Ooh girl. Or boy. I feel you. My grandma passed away yesterday and it was very sudden and I am REELING. I go from feeling dead inside, to feeling okay, to eating a quart of ice cream, to crying, to needing a nap. And around again. Peace to you and yours. Much love from across the internet sea.

I tend to be doing two things at once, always, such as watching a TV show and playing a video game, or reading and listening to music, or whatever. I also have an excellent associative memory (is that a thing?) so if you were to play a song I listened to while I was reading, I could recite to you from memory all the

My grandma died yesterday. My uncle called 911 when her verbal responses to him because unusual, and it turns out she’d been having a heart attack for probably 3 days (she felt flu-like symptoms, declined to see a doctor.) In the end, doctors and nurses were taking turns doing CPR—which is incredibly violent, if

I don’t know how I used to say ‘coupon’ but years ago, I saw that damn Ron White stand-up bit hundreds of times and now I just say coopin because I’m hilarious (to myself.)

I had a similar, and yet totally opposite, experience. My parents don’t drink—they stopped drinking when I was an infant (I’m 31 now), and consider themselves recovering alcoholics. But they’re super chill about it. They’ve never asked anyone else not to drink around them, and growing up they would talk to me about

My husband kills me, or aaaaalmost kills me, a lot when he DMs. I have lost many a limb. It’s all in good fun, but gotdamn I wouldn’t mind being allowed that character class every now and again!

yaaaaaaas

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I don’t remember the first email I ever sent, but my first email account was a Juno account, back in 1996. Juno was its own program, so I would have to disconnect from Ameritech (my mom refused to get AOL), and then dial into Juno’s servers to get mail. I was 12 and I signed up for the Nash Bridges Mailing List and it

You are not alone. I love LOST. Is it weird though that Ben Linus is my favorite character?

Hey, I know it’s the next day, but I wanted to ask if you have considered/how comfortable you would be involving the owner of the game shop? There was a similiar situation at my LFGS and the woman A) was very clear with her potential-aggressor that she was not interested in any sort of relationship with him and asked

I need more information on what is happening with her middle finger there.