Fancy Fashion Fuckwads beef is some of the best out there.

For me, it was learning my ex-husband, who gave no reason for wanting a divorce (he was just “done being married”) was gay through mutual friends on social media, nearly 3 years after our divorce was finalized. Learning this type of information from anyone other than the one seeking the divorce is incredibly awkward,…

Not the most original, but it was the only time I was ever sent to the principal’s office:

Well, that was upsetting.

Spot on profile of Daddy Pig.

Not gonna lie, I laughed more than I expected to. My issue with Pete is that I am so blinded by love for John Mulaney that I have allowed his eternal support of Pete cloud my judgement.

Why do we have to keep trying to pair every woman up, even fictional ones? Can’t Elsa just kick ass as a single lady? 

She looks like she got busted for possession at Lilith Fair, to which she was dragged by a group of friends who want her to pledge allegiance to Ani Defranco, buy some colorful hippie throwback clothing that randomly reappeared in the 90’s, and stop staying in on weekends to read Anne Rice, and listen to Nine Inch…

Me too!

My thoughts precisely. If only regular folks could get longer-term inpatient mental health treatment, they might be able to truly get meaningful results. But, if you are fortunate enough to have insurance, most plans only cover 3-5 days in a crisis unit, then you have to wait forever to get an appointment with…

Looks like I’ve found my newest unemployment boredom busting activity . . .

You just described my style of group friendship perfectly. Smart One really is the most fun, I don’t think it was ever intentional, but my circles always adhere to Margaret Cho’s Sweet friend, Smart Friend, Slutty friend triad.

I just got my latest change in x number days warning today. Now, it’s time to play against the clock to see if I can get a new gig and leave in a blaze of glory before I hit zero hour on the password change. Password change is way out in front, as usual.

I call dibs on “The Problematic Dead” for a band name.

The higher the per capita murder rate of small, sleepy town, the more likely I am to binge watch a show about some scrappy crime solver who colors outside of the lines and always proves everyone wrong in the end. I’m looking at you Doctor Blake.

I was LW1 in high school and for the first half of college. Then learned how to loosen the hell up, so I could go out and have some fun kissing boys etc, instead of indulging in more of these demeaning, unrequited romances. Now, 20 years on, I save that shit for celebrities that I will never meet.

My phone is fighting me on the link, but it is called “The Magic of Mushrooms,” and is on Netflix. It was made by some branch of the BBC.

I honestly thought that the documentary about mushrooms (not in a drug sense, in a fungi sense) was going to be the most fun thing I did today, but then I found this.

I work in a department store that has a MAC counter, and they control their own music to an extent, so I was over the damn moon when this came on in the retro rotation. That is until the barely legal children who were on that day went to change the station, and when I protested loudly because “Hey, that’s my jam,” I…

Great Expectations, the Goop version. Played that to death.