I really fucking hate flying. I would rather take the Mega Bus, and here's why: when I only pay 80 bucks round trip, I don't care if we get delayed. It's just 80 bucks. You get what you pay for. I can eaves drop on the other passengers or play my GameBoy. Whatever. If I pay 800 dollars round trip, there had better be…

I really fucking hate flying. I would rather take the Mega Bus, and here's why: when I only pay 80 bucks round trip, I don't care if we get delayed. It's just 80 bucks. You get what you pay for. I can eaves drop on the other passengers or play my GameBoy. Whatever. If I pay 800 dollars round trip, there had better be…

I fucking love Lili Taylor.

"dramatic depth of a baked potato." I'm now wiping off my monitor because I just spit water all over it. And I'm still laughing.

My dad's dog is IN LOVE with him. Her entire face lights up when he enters the room. She would follow him into hell. I can't imagine what sort of garbage would take that love and trust and just shit all over it like this.

Sybrina Fulton, you are a class act. I'm not the praying type, but I deeply hope that, against all odds, you can find peace. It is the very least that you deserve.

OH. MY. GOD. Your post just made that stupid rap middle bit click for me. It sounds like the middle bit of Avril's "Girlfriend." That's been bugging me for the past 20 min. Thank you!

That is a phenomenal way to put it.

Thank you so much for putting words to my vague blah feelings about Taylor Swift. She's moderately talented, but at some point all of her songs fall into 5 categories, tops. There's the love song, the break-up but I still love you song, the break-up and I'm so much better without you song, the I'm so me! song, and the…

This is so utterly mind-boggling to me. My father is a police officer. My uncle is a police officer. I have spent a good portion of my life around police officers, and I cannot imagine a single one of them committing the atrocities that we are witnessing in Ferguson. I asked my dad what he thought about what was going…

What can we do?