UGH aaaaand I didn’t read the whole article and that meaner paragraph is still in there. So glad to be grey today.

You said it all right there... I think you and I are around the same age, we have a lot of similar memories. I knew a lot of guys like this. With pinkie rings. Only recently, like right now, did I even know that women wore them.

I just came here to say the same thing. She looks put together wrong and very unhappy about it.

I was just reminiscing about the SNL skit with Lovitz as him dressed as a bee, and Hartman as Lee Iacocca!!

I have but I can’t help. I have a mac that I’ve been known to change settings on without knowing. Also, I can see some of the tweets, but not all. I either give up or click through to Twitter. I have a lot of time on my hands.

Sorry, I can’t read OR do math. This wasn’t the 90s. I put a lot of things in that decade that don’t belong there.

I don’t know if anyone’s mentioned this, but this has been changed in the article (I just went over to read it). It now says this:

I used to always eat a little pinch off the packaged hamburger before I made something with it, especially if it was on the lean side (depending on how broke I was).

There’s a similar non-internet one called It’s Just Lunch. A friend’s sister joined because she was attracted by the fact that you had to pay $1500 (in 2004 dollars!) to join. bleh

That was another favorite of my ex husband who also loved spaghetti with butter and ketchup. Only not butter, cheap-ass margarine.

Grandma Utz is the best. As a teenager in the 1980s I used to work for my dad in the summers in DE, and I spent most of the days reading on the couch in his office with a ring of Grandma Utz lard around my mouth.

Everyone has their own spidey sense! :)

Yeah... whatever’s in a motel room in a place I wasn’t expecting to score weed.

My ex’s uncle came to a party that we had, because he was in town and it would have been rude to exclude him - they weren’t close. At one point, Uncle Crazy had me and one of my friends cornered, telling us a story of how he and his boy scout troop had been camping on some Native American land, had been digging and…

If you’re flipping around radio stations in an unfamiliar area, that’s the worst kind! You’re like “ahhh, something that’s not country, bee doop boop la la” and then they’re all “and it’s cause of JESUS” -pokepokepoke where’s the scan button on this damn rental’s radio...

I went to a Catholic college and a couple of times, my boyfriend and I got drunk and high and stole the little bowls that hold the host from the campus chapels. I still have them, to hold things.

Yeah, that last part is pretty fucking twisted and makes me wonder if they knew what the Holocaust was before OR after they visited.

I can never decide if I like her or not (I think I do), but I know I love her dresses.

Ugh, now I wish I could destroy every picture taken of me in the few months after I got my tongue stud...yes I thought everyone needed to see. *blushes and pouts*

I was too! And I can’t stand it when people put their feet like that in a car, but the pretty background made me wish that I had woken up to be driven around Los Angeles in a convertible with my sexy legs all over the place.