My Dad once laughed, “I think you have some clowns coming down the street” in re: the horn honking elotes dude every afternoon in Chgo.

Oh, Katie bar the door that is adorable.

Sobbing to my boss over the phone that I have Ulcerative Colitis and that I was out of remission and crazied by prednisone and anxiety over having an accident at work.

Yes, I am aware that the pocket mask is only there to protect against blood borne pathogens, but, at least at my P.A.D.I. First Responder class on Maui, we were shown all procedures with the damn pocket mask—except in-water rescues, which we had to give breaths on the chin of our fellow diver (which was grosser in my…

I didn’t catch that. Thanks. I’m no longer in the dive industry, but I can confirm: A human really does turn blue when they cannot breathe. A vivid blue, so that would make sense.

I’m glad the breaths went away. I got my CPR/First Responder instructor certificate back in 2011 for my PADI Instructor Course and we had to teach (with a straight face) step 1: “Take out your pocket mouth protector...” before administering breaths.

I think he could have ended the email with that sentence alone. Trolling Terrorist Trolls with the “....that means they win” was just adding fuel to the fire.

That’s is where the problem lies with me. I have no morning routine. Every morning I totally wing it. I get up early, before you know it I’m almost late because I’m goofing on Gawker for about an hour! You’re my favorite blogger on here by the way. You remove the guilt of thinking I’m turning my brain to mush spending…

Figure out your audience

I only swing by this unfortunate flying fluff site to read the comments such as these. Fly girl is anything but. Cut bait on this.

I like how all these protesters, and self-serving advocates or counterprotesters are all MEN.

Hey hey! How bout a nice cold Budweiser, sports fan.

Wow. I can relate. I had SRO at the infamous Bartman game. Seeing grown men bawl and the feeling of 30,000 people wanting to punch a wall or kill that poor guy was wild.

That was me too.

It cracks me up being back on the mainland after living in Hawaii where the locals have no idea what a “flip flop” is.