I read a story (“My Father, The Cat,” to be exact) that included the description of a woman so delicate she was fatally injured by a falling leaf. I bruise about that easily. I’m very fair, and I guess my blood is thin? Every time I have surgery and have a blot-clotting time test, I get told I need a lower dose of…

Oh for fuck’s sake. No one likes cleaning. I hate it, but I hate having my place dirty more. My husband is terrible at volunteering, but if I ask him to do something, he does it without whining about being oppressed.

Cannot agree hard enough. In addition to the horrible “lives” of the queens and toms,* the things that are being done to achieve new breed standards are deplorable - and result in sickly, weakened animals who are not as smart as they should be.

Daylight Saving Time ended. Time is weird.

I don’t fall (much; I did fall off my fireplace hearth last year) but I cut, burn, and bruise myself like a cutter without being one and sometimes to the point of needing complex surgery. I’ve caught my right thumb in an old-fashioned fan and nearly severed it; that required hand (plastics) surgery to reconnect the…

Awwww! She’s adorable! I’m a big fan of any cat, but stray/rescue cats are so great. It's like they pick you out. Like getting a pre-screened, pre-approved low-interest credit card but better because it purrs.

Beat me to it. I don't even drink! Things attack me.

Thank you! That’s Mona, our “feral” rescue kitten. She’s so shy we can only pet her about 20 hours a day.

Thanks! It’s actually just how I describe my underwires. A friend once saw one of my bras and said, “I’ve never seen one this big,” which made me even more self conscious about my boobs. I don’t need a cart for them or anything.

Besides just liking that style of music, I think that’s why I haven’t written him off because of his cult (and he was indoctrinated as a child, and it is hard to shake that); it seems as though he’s trying to work through something. He’s poorly educated but not stupid (probably) and I wish him the best.

SpaceVomit. I don't know why that makes me laugh so hard.

My husband made some ... bad decisions in 2012 and we owed over $100,000.00 in state and federal taxes. I got it paid off last year but I'm still at little pissed off at him. Haven't fired him though.

Love the costume! And I have those glasses on my face right now (but in tortoise/bronze).

From what I’ve heard about $cientology “schools,” I would suspect a lot of psychological damage was done early on, and his musical style is a way to express things without expressing things in an Audit.

Disclaimer: I know he’s a $cientologist and I still like his music.

I like some of her music more than that; I have nothing against fun music that isn't trying to be more than that. Thing is, though, I think she might be capable of making more thoughtful music if she wants. But either way, she seems like a decent, normal human and no one deserves abuse. Standing up to it takes some…

There’s a “William” in my family: after my great great Aunt Fanny died, her husband remarried a woman remembered by the family as The Swedish Woman, who had a daughter. Aunt Fanny had had two sons, Merlin and Charles, before she died, so there were a total of three children.

Kesha is someone I started out thinking “No.” about and was completely wrong. Team Kesha here.

You know you suck as a human when the guy who hit someone in the head with the pipe looks better than you. I'm looking at you, all customers that followed.