There was a MySpace movie?

She'll always be Bunny Lebowski to me.

From the way they're positioned, it looks like the two tentacles are about to high-five. I am unsettled.

Oh God, being a teacher with the sorts of parents there are now... I salute your dedication, Ma'am. Being a teacher of snowflakes would make me into an axe-murderer. That right there is patience and dedication.

I hate that I click on every Courtney Stodden article. I hate that I know what she looked like as a (younger) teenager. I hate that I've seen the photos of her dad spanking her on the red carpet and have formulated my own super-credible armchair theory about her previous home life. But I can't help it; I'm fascinated.…

If I were Jen Aniston, I would've secretly married him five years ago.

At this point, shouldn't you be fighting the zombie apocalypse in this dream?

The "I'm losing my teeth" dream is the worst, and I get it whenever I'm incredibly stressed by work. I don't think they "mean" anything, they're pretty straightforward manifestations of what's going on in my life. Namely that Bad Shit is happening and I have Zero Control over it. It has two variations:

I prefer this Neville Longbottom

Parts of reddit are actually really awesome. IDing people caught on camera committing crimes, free photo restorations for (there's a YouTube of a British WWII vet getting his enlistment photo back in perfect condition that gets me crying every time), sending pizzas to little girls in cancer wards...there's a lot of…

Oh, Miley. Singing about doing drugs doesn't mean you've 'grown up', it just means you sing about drugs.

Just wanted to point out that there are lots of NIH funded addiction studies. They probably don't receive as much many as something like cancer research, but there is definitely some money allocated to studying addiction.

I'm like, "girl, get a new line." Calling someone ugly loses whatever punch you may have wished when it becomes your default response to life, the universe, and everything. If that bitch tried to give me the number for her plastic surgeon, I'd probably return the favor and give her the number for my therapist.

It's usually related to other kinds of issues I think.

It's a mental illness, probably the most stigmatized of all of them.

Mmhmm. Or we don't want to be your friends because you'll sell us out in a heartbeat if it makes you look good to a guy. I've had real life "friends" like that and it's not cute.

God, I hate watching this. It's like watching my sister all over again, only slightly better because she's not my family. I just want to pack her up somewhere away from paparazzi and get her clean. I hate it.

Nah. Go down to city court. Any city (100,000+) court. You will see this x100 every day. Minus the blue wig, though (for the most part).

For real. This is giving me serious "GET OFF MY LAWN" vibes, because dammit, Kelly was not that long ago.

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