Every time I see married/coupled people who constantly post love-y stuff about their significant other on social media when they could just tell them in person I mentally wonder how close they are to breaking up.

The Target near my house has hot dogs, so I feel strangely superior to Angelina.

A celeb dick pic is ALWAYS a pic I want to see.

Fuck Tom, I want this Lou back.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Would fuck episodes La Blanc.

I’m just spending my life hunting for my Chandler. That neurotic mess would just get me.

I completely agree with you. Watching the show for the first time as an adult, I kept yelling at computer that ROSS IS THE WORST!!!! My poor partner had to endure listening to me rant about how ROSS! IS! THE! WORST!

Arguing about Friends is clearly what I need to be doing right now, so...

My TV has a Netflix app on it so I must have just been browsing Netflix on my TV and saw the show pop up. I think?

Netflix. Though if you have a VPN, you can watch it on Channel 4.

Netflix has it. :)

It’s about the homework that you put in, (“you” is “a person who makes the art or food or whatever”). Do you know where the thing comes from? Do you know its story, and the people who make it? Can you look them in the eye and have pretty much all of them agree that you aren’t just stealing their shit or doing…

I guess Book Club is a new movie and not an actual book club? Either way, I’m in!

Look at Fonda’s boots! I love them! (and I really love this picture that they all hang out together. I bet they are reading 50 Shades . . .)

“But I had to wonder...is it ME who’s being shaded? Or everybody?”

I mean have you seen British food? its a miracle food isn’t worse.

Dangit! Though I guess I can’t fault her. I wasn’t really familiar with Chewing Gum until earlier this year, I was going through my On Demand or whatever shows, and I saw it pop up and was intrigued by the name, and before we knew it, my boyfriend and I had spent our whole day binging both seasons back to back.

I got groped by this skeezy looking skinhead at a GWAR show a few years back and he just literally would not leave me alone. I’d move to another point in the crowd and he’d follow me and just stand directly behind me and run his hands up and down my sides and across my chest. When the crowds get tight like that,…

Good grief.

Not surprised by his infidelity despite calling himself a feminist.