My fear for Anxiety Monster is that her “friend” will not let her get off with such a simple email. If she’s truly a drama queen, she’ll rage at her on social media and be ruthless when talking about her to their mutual friends.

But when push comes to shove, no is always there for you. It is not foolproof—as, sadly, any sexual assault or rape survivor can attest—but when dealing with a boss whose goal is not to forcibly overtake you but instead to see how far he can push you, it may offer you an escape hatch.

Remember when Ann Romney was crucified for wearing $2000 blouses and riding expensive horses?

I think this was the woman who was interviewed by This American Life in their last episode. Don’t dismiss her, she had a lot of very smart things to say and everything she said about how congress works is absolutely correct.

Beautiful gowns. That Aretha quote is the best

I think the edgiest thing she could to at this point would be to release an accoustic album. Girlfriend can write/perform a powerful song, but that will just get lost in all the processing.

Ditto. I was feeling better and then I saw the links to People articles. After their amnesia today, can we just exclude them forever?

I was sort of insulted yesterday morning when all the retailers I subscribe to for deals sent in morning e-blasts like everything was normal. I think I unsubscribed from like 10 of them out of rage.

I accept your kind gift (I love puppies and babies but mostly puppies).

Or your favs to be more average. Anthony Hopkins finally joining social media has been the best thing to happen to my facebook feed. Yesterday he posted a picture of himself in a god awful Hawaiian print shirt in front of a painting he’s working and was all like “Deciding on the final touches.” And all I could do was…

Nah, I need the distraction. Lighthearted gossip, mindless fluff that will make me forget the reality we all live in for a few blissful moments.

yeah its not helping. I feel sick.

I woke up today and was happy for about 2 seconds. And then I remembered and I literally felt a wave of despair wash over me. I know how that sounds; I sound dramatic and shit. But it’s true. I did not want to get out of bed and face the world. I did not come to work yesterday. I did not want to face my co-worker who…

I’d like to dirt bag but this isn’t even good enough dirt bag. Like I need stuff to wank and snark and this isn’t it.

I want to call out of work today bc I’m depressed as hell and my eyes are still puffy and ice cubes don’t do shit.

Me too. 100%.

Same.

Ice dragons

Saudi Billionaires only marry virgins.

i love this theory and i hope it happens