any time I’m around little kids, I wish I had gloves.

Pi

so you’re saying...people are different?

my skydiving club (it was a thing) spent about 90% of training on rolling-while-landing, so’s to not break legs when you come in too hard.

this is one deal I actually took! thanks! big beach week coming up, and I’m from a family of vampires.

this is one deal I actually took! thanks! big beach week coming up, and I’m from a family of vampires.

I’m about to order the Everlane one. how do their sizes run? true to size? big/small?

I have the Gap version of this, in navy jersey. it is way more flattering than it has any right to be, and I wish I’d bought twelve of them.

I once flew from Miami to LA on an American Airlines flight with Dick Clark and Michael effing Jackson. it was one of those planes where the unwashed masses walk through first class on our way to steerage. still, nobody bothered them. “Michael takes this flight all the time,” I was told by an attendant.
Depp can…

the word you’re looking for is rubles.

The Triangle Shirtwaist owners made a fortune on insurance claims for their dead employees. they used those winnings to open another factory further downtown....where they once again padlocked the doors.

my very first assignment as a newsroom intern was to log the tapes from the scene of the Happyland Social Club fire, which had happened the night before. shot after shot of young bodies being carried out of the smoldering building.

also, she and her ex-husband threw a “charity wedding.” no gifts, just donations to their favorite charities. and she didn’t let any celeb guests cheap-out on it, either.

a few years ago, I cut an upfront presentation for a network sitcom that was heartfelt, smart, and very very funny. it didn’t get picked up. a lot of forgettable, long-gone shows did instead.
I’ve lost all faith in network programmers.

“Sibling bullying is the worst (speaking as the youngest child).”

I was bullied, and I was a bully. it’s the latter that makes me feel incredibly small.

I was bullied in middle school, then turned around and bullied the crap out of somebody else. it’s the latter that makes me cringe, nearly 4 decades later.

on my next birthday, I’ll be the number of dirt bag items divided by number of people I couldn’t pick out of a lineup, times seven.

one day of course she will die, and no one will believe it.

will look this up. thanks!

my mom had the word’s most subtle face-lift at fifty-something. she came back from her “vacation,” looking legitimately well-rested, rather than nipped and tucked.