I read this approximately 15 minutes after picking off a scab on my shin, causing a torrent of blood to flow down onto my foot. I am glad my office has a door, a box of Kleenex and Neosporin. I have dermotillomania — have since as far back as I can remember — and cannot resist picking at anything. The desire isn’t…

“Porkies” here is most likely “lies” (Cockney rhyming slang — “pork pies” = “lies”).

No problem. :-) It’s been almost 20 years since the shooting, and from what I gather from my family who was in the US, it wasn’t in the news cycle 24/7. (Also it was 1996, so the interwebz were basically URoulette and some shitty Tripod websites.)

No, just primary schools. The trauma the Dunblane massacre visited upon society was palpable. I’d only just moved to the UK three months before, and the anger and sadness and the speed with which legislation that had teeth was passed impressed me as a new immigrant from the US. I genuinely thought that Newtown might…

I asked both of the former Mr. Crumpetts if they wanted to get married. It was surprisingly easy, even if the marriages weren’t. If you want to get married, girl, do like the Smiths say and ASK.

Sweet jeebus, I love this movie. I recall watching it with my British (now ex-)husband, and him asking me, “How much of this is satire?”

I think I accidentally heard an NSYNC song once when I was shopping at Ralphs. I have no idea who Fall Out Boy are. On the other hand I will happily lead us all in a rousing rendition of Pulp’s “Common People.” :-/

Oh, he always has food out before I go to bed — dry food and treats. He wants me to be with him while he eats because that’s where the fun is for him. :-)

He prefers it. I thought I had the only cat in the world who likes this but apparently it’s not uncommon. Weird, but not uncommon.

We are their minions. We have no choice but to love them fiercely anyways.

My beloved babycat (not really a babycat anymore but don’t tell him) woke me up at 5am, 6am, 7:15, 8:45 and 9:30 by walking up and down my prone body, paying special attention to my ribs, and yelling in my ear. Because it was time to feed him repeatedly, and pet him while he eats. Of course my boyfriend snoring next…

It’s been almost five years, I thought you might have figured it out by now. ;-)

I remember waiting for a train at the Portland, ME Amtrak station and lo and behold, a vending machine stocked with Moxie. Because Moxie is the state soft drink of Maine.

Dayum. I would have killed for that belt in 1986.

I keep reading it like, “Tab’s gots ASS”

I went on a couple of dates with a guy obsessed with Tab. That was his thing — he was the “Tab guy.” It struck me at the time as a difficult habit to sustain in 2010, and must have been nigh on impossible between the fall of Tab as America’s premier diet cola and the advent of e-commerce.

I hang out in K-Town a lot — my (half-Korean) boyfriend lives there. Human trafficking in K-Town is big news at the moment. One of the karaoke bars got shut down the other week for that very reason. There are women living in quasi-brothel conditions in some of the nicer (and not so nice) complexes. A lot of LA has…

Me too, even with the bloat. Maybe because of the bloat.

Not fun fact: I am related to the Bushes. My mom was dandled on Prescott Bush’s knee as a child. I wish she’d peed on it. :’(

I read this comment just today on a forum I’m a member of: