I was imagining her torrid relationship was with this Sledge Hammer and it made so much more sense:

What's good to know is that your cat can get a doctorate in hypnotherapy.

Glendale is on the very eastern edge of the San Fernando Valley. It's Valley.

You are not alone.

1) It's the Valley, and I escaped from there (Burbank) three years ago to LA. Valley and me... not a good combination. For some of my friends, not so bad, but I've fully donned the snobbish mantle of the Angeleno.

I may be a lone voice in the wilderness, but I support the Grove choice. I know everyone hates the parking structure, but there is a LOT of parking in there.* Everywhere else mentioned (with the sole exception of the Americana, which I will not go to because VALLEY (sorry, Valley peeps)) is hobbled with inadequate…

You might be interested in this "edible image birthday cake topper" then:

My senior thesis was on Dickens' "Bleak House." Considering the way my supervisor nearly fainted at my discussion of veiled Sapphic references in that work, I dare say he might have an apoplectic fit at the thought of a One Direction/Oliver Twist mash-up.

This, this, exactly this.

The world needs more Molesworth.

The first thing I thought was, "Oh look, it's Cultural Appropriation Barbie and her troupe of African-American Harajuku girls!"

As any fule kno, white zin is best when stuck in the freezer for about 90 minutes or until it becomes a White Zin Slushie. Grab a jumbo straw and drink your way through your hot, wet tears.

From what I understand from people I know in the industry, porn workers are much more likely to contract STDs from having sex with "civilians" than with others in their industry. I once visited a porn set to visit a friend (he's a director, for the most part) and while there, news came in that one of the female leads…

H/t to Wonkette.

I am also down with this but only if Lindy will gay-marry me as the centerpiece of the event.

Seconded! West of La Brea would be ideal, but let's face it, the bookshop options on the Westside are dire. Perhaps the Last Bookstore? Then we can all get sloshed afterwards at the Golden Gopher.

I'm 40. I still have acne and an oil slick on my face. I also now have the occasional white pube to remind me that I am an Old with a face like a 17 year old's.

I wonder what it would be like to be a Senator's wife.

It's like I'm walking on sunshine!

My childhood gobbling Tums now explains my adult anxiety disorder.