This is why I'm glad we have some really nice stores here in Portland. If only my depression at not being able to find a place to live hadn't killed my sex drive!

I made my "no kids" decision pretty early (had a partial hysterectomy at 20). Ten years later and I'm still going strong. My biological clock was set on the cheese setting apparently.

I was just about to post something about these. So good.

15 Things You Should Never Tweet. To. Mark. Ruffalo.

From what I've seen on the gross entertainment shows my roommate always watches, they both seem like terrible people who are using the child to be dicks to one another.

Apparently I just kept shaking my head "no" after I got mine out.

She woke us up asking if she should call the cops and we were like "YES!" The worst part was that he climbed through our bedroom window to get in, which was right above my bed. I just happened to have fallen asleep upstairs watching TV because it was the weekend.

I've had dogs chew up misplaced sex toys before, once when a friend came to visit and I just had to play dumb like "oh, what do you chew up?" while furiously dumping the bits in the trash.

I am terrified to get up to use the bathroom or get a drink in the middle of the night for fear of stumbling onto a burglar or someone in my house. (thankfully I slept through the guy breaking into my house when I was young, my mom was the one who awoke with him standing in her bedroom doorway.) I can't imagine…

Going to follow Yoko's advice and do the following:

Its little hooves make it look like it is walking on tiny high heels! SQUEEEE!

I'm not a DWTS person but, College Game Day was the worst.

"I have no idea how to read a complete sentence and make assumptions about people because of my terrible reading comprehension."

Ugh Erin Andrews is terrible. I'm not usually up early enough on Sundays to watch football, but Pam Oliver did a great job.

I have the most in depth fake boyfriend back story. It is legitimately solid. Which is really sad.

If you Photoshopped her skin green in that first picture, I'd swear I was looking at a Halloween decoration. That is terrifying.

Not a terrible roommate story, but a terrible story about living with a roommate:

I'm on board with Colin Farrell, but I have terribly loathing for Taylor Kitsch ruining Gambit's first live action appearance. I want to throw kinectly charged knives at his face.

My tiny 4 lb kitten just whacked the cougar on screen with his paw. He has no idea what he is up against.

I would wear this all the time. Just hanging around the house. Being all ethereal and shit.