I like your user name. That is all. Oh, and your post is very true.

I would not characterize that as tragic. Not that I wish them ill, but let's reserve "tragic" for...um...tragic stuff. Sad and disappointing seem like better words.

They're all in print as inexpensive paperbacks. Your goal could be achieved for probably, like $60. Make it so, Lady Noble.

His Dark Materials

Keppler something something something.

Ooooh! That sounds delish!

But where you gonna go? It's all fucked up, everywhere.

And that dress is STILL ugly a year later.

Awesome that this is appearing under the banner "SHAME presents movies" on my screen. Heeeee

Yep, don't read the comments.

And in truth, for that very reason I don't usually read Tracy Moore. Blah blah blah human being in my abdomen blah blah blah. As an infertile shrew, this holds less fascination to me than it might for others.

Just a mite, guvna.

Pssst...I think she was turning up her irritation to be satirical.

Lea is doing what I think of as "dog chasing car:" you don't need it, you don't really want it, and you wouldn't know how to drive it if you caught it. And no, that is not a reference to her appearance, as I adore her unfixed nose. She needs a Nice Boy. Mr. Kutcher doesn't seem like one.

But chipmunks are so cute! And squirrels are kind of creepy!

It looks like a squirrel that is a chipmunk.

I think (although I am too lazy to google it) that this might be wife #2, because he was divorced from the one he had 3 kids with and remarried within the last few years. He seems like he might potentially be just a wee bit of an asshole.

Arsenicio?

Also, less clean up. Esp if said Skinner Box has tile walls and a drain in the middle of the floor. We might be on to something, here.

As Senor Millionaire and I were; I certainly knew he was The One, but I just feel like engagement and rings and stuff are not necessary. You learn a lot about somebody over time.