I do not miss my Phoenix days. I live in Atlanta, and don't get me wrong, it is hot and humid here like whoa.

Right? We've stayed in the high 80s in Atlanta this summer, and everyone is walking around talking about how cool it is. To us, 87 degrees is mild as hell. Or as something cooler than hell.

It was only a few days ago that I realized how hot the rest of the country is. Here in the Southeast, we've had the mildest summer we've had in YEARS. Like, it's July 1, and I think I've seen 90 degrees once? Yesterday it was 85 with about 80% humidity, and everyone was like, "IT'S SO COOL OUTSIDE." Hotlanta no more.

Oh dear god, just the thought of clubs makes my head hurt. Yeah, I go to low-key bars with my friends, or have house parties. We discuss a lot of Disney as well :)

I'm so sick of people being like, "(Insert appalling behavior here) is totally OK because I own it! I OWN my (insert appalling behavior here)."

I'm 29 and I still love to go out, several nights a week. However, it is possible to be a party person without being a total asshole, which is the category betches seem to fall into. I think it's more of a shitbag/not shitbag thing than an age thing.

It sounds like all the girls I went to college with 8-10 years ago. Same old shit, different day. They just managed to monetize it on the interwebs, which is more productive (or destructive) than most of my classmates were.

Shuuess.

ONE WOULD THINK. But then, one would have to be capable of thinking, as opposed to willfully and obstinately and categorically opposed to logical thinking. Ugh, this shitbag.

I used to start my paper-writing mornings in college with a coffee oatmeal stout way back in 2005. Mmmmm. Breakfast beer.

Ashton Kutcher is beloved? Was it a transfer of goodwill from Mila Kunis?

That's so true. I love every chance to speak well of my mom. To share the great memories, and just remember how much she loved us, it helps a little.

That was beautiful. Morning cry, indeed.

I'm already considering my strategy for making sure he doesn't get the Senate seat. Like, do I throw some support behind the dark horse and hope it splits Repub. votes enough to get a Dem in? Or do I just throw money at Dems?

I lost my mom in a car accident when she was 55 - still so vibrant and young and energetic - and it's so fucking terrible to suddenly have this huge place in your world gone. I'm sorry for your loss.

Those are Barney's? They look so cheap. I mean, granted, I buy my shoes at Target, but at least I'm OK with them looking like they came from Target when they did, in fact, come from Target. Not Barney's.

Kaidence is inexcusable. But I get the Donda, even though I don't think it's a particularly lovely name. My mom died in an accident, and even though I don't love her name - total Baby Boomer name - I'd use it as a middle name. Some things just trump aesthetics.

It's actually worse than I expected it to be. I assumed the headline was clickbait, and that the story would be mildly offensive at most. Turns out, it's wildly offensive and completely insane.

Who's saying they aren't a thing...?

This just makes me want to get drunk. I don't know what this says about me.