DO THE LASIK!  I got it nearly seven years ago, and it’s still one of the top five best decisions of my life.  Do your research, go to someone reputable, and run away from anyone offering a $250/eye deal.

That’s one of my dog’s many nicknames.

The link to the Krysten Ritter story takes you to the bcc email snafu.  I WANNA READ ABOUT BABIES!

France is relatively close, and I’d like to believe that they still have some guillotines tucked away in a basement somewhere...

HARD AGREE.

She’s got the haircut for it.

Thanks for sharing, I might have to find that strip and send it along to a couple of my friends. My best friend thinks that I can get over my anxiety and depressive episodes by “just not thinking about it.” It really hurts when she approaches my mental illness as something that I could overcome if I just had enough…

I can distinctly think of a day where my husband stepped on the back of my sandals more than once on accident.  I strongly considered violence after the second stepping.  

But that’s exactly why he thinks his star rose, which will continue to make him even more insufferable.  I need to stay away from any news about him so that it doesn’t completely ruin Parks and Rec for me.

When I saw this news last night, I said to my husband (who grew up in an evangelical household — they’ve all moved away from it unscathed, surprisingly) “woah, that was real quick, they have barely been together a year.” And he was like “babe, it’s because they wanna bone.”

I think Judy Greer and her husband have separate houses, too. More power to ya if you can afford it, I guess?

I, a midwesterner, purchased a lovely Eddie Bauer parka this winter. 

I think her ex-gf was killed in a car wreck.  I caught her “before she was famous” story on Imagined Life, a bizarre podcast I listened to for a time.

I barely made it 10 minutes into the documentary series, I can only imagine what a snorefest the movie is. I also cannot understand why people keep glamorizing Ted Bundy like he was some handsome and suave motherfucker. He was awkward af, and he barely got into law school.  I don’t know how that suddenly passes for…

OP is referring to Brienne, not Dany.

Agreed!  I might have to replace them both one of these days!

She also wrote one on queens -- either Sex with Queens or Sex with a Queen.  Still sad my copies of those books were lost among my many moves as a twenty-something.

Ryan Seacrest’s eager underling is Bobby Bones.  For sure.

I mean, isn’t it a men’s sleeveless undershirt, because that’s what it looks like to me?

What if they have a secret OTHER home that they actually live in... You know, with all their stuff.