Flip camera.

Me, too. I don't know why I even think I can avoid tears anymore. Fish:barrel::me:crying.

Apropos of nothing, did you notice that the last three El Presidentes (including the current one) have all been left-handed? And that's 'sposed to kill you, too.

That picture is one of the greatest things I have ever seen. And this is a very helpful guide. But seriously. That picture.

It's definitely a situation where it feels like there's a personal-level response, and then a societal-level response. And they do not agree, not at all.

I'm glad you appreciate it. It all just goes by so fast, that's the weirdest thing.

Too busy being huddled fully clothed in the empty bathtub of her hotel room, eating an entire can of Duncan Hines frosting and rocking slowly back and forth to attend the show, I guess.

Oh, my god ME TOO. I kept thinking we had inadvertently rented the "director's unfunny cut." I laughed, like, once.

Heeyyyyyyyyaaaa...what wine *doesn't* go with racism, amirite? Shorry I just got some shpittle in your drink. Lemme getchoo a new one.

I read that story when it ran in Vanity Fair, and I'm embarrassed to say that it made me want a diamond tattoo on my finger. Seeing the picture again when I clicked on the link, I was equal parts glad that I hadn't gotten one and sorry that it would be a bad idea.

Yeah, have you had the thing where people didn't want to tell you they were pregnant? I found out about one friend's pregnancy like literally the month before she delivered because I think she felt weird about telling me. Which, naturally, made me feel even weirder, and worse. Like a friend of mine who had been…

The sexy-evil Cockney maid? Yeppers.

Frankly, no I cannot. I've had enough tsuris with random folks and their "we just stopped trying and immediately I was pregnant!" stories. If it were my sister, who was kind of a douchetta anyway...well, there's just no telling what I'd be capable of.

Also, have you ever seen the actual movie? It's worth a watch. Sexy 18 year-old Angela Lansbury, the always wonderful Ingrid Bergman, and the oily and delicious Charles Boyer. You will not regret it.

You read this, right?

Sister, do I ever, EVER hear you. Poor Khloe.

Whew.

Dammit, I thought I enabled the non-creepy font on here. Fuckin' computer.

I like you.

This is very awesome.