I just knew it was Melissa Rivers.

LOVE mountains. LOVE the symbolism. One of the highlights of my life was singing it with Wendy & Lisa (and the girls say) this past April. Their show was so healing.

The vault disc is sublime.

WON

I WISH I LOVED TOMATOES. I CAN’T. i popped a cherry tomato in my mouth, willed myself to love it and almost barfed. i guess it’s a (annoying air quotes) “texture thing”. i eat all tomato products and can eat them diced finely in assorted mexican foods. but a big ol slice? can’t. :(

Aziz is manic pixie dream boy.

i swear to G (not gwyneth) goop made me feel like my autoimmune disease was my fault - or punishment - for being codependent. like my childhood and resulting trauma wasn’t enough. fuck that shit.

- you didn’t watch it for me. i watch it for my damn self.

COMMON SENSE IS NOT THAT COMMON

Not afraid. BEING IN PAIN, actually being in pain is the reason. I’ve been on some form of opiate for 10 years. Still effective.

I flew on a delta buddy pass wearing a short pajama set. No problems. (My friend actually asked me what I was wearing on the plane. I was like, ‘this’ and she was all ‘no really’ but I got no guff.)

Point of note: the memoir is titled “The Most Beautiful”. Additionally, she miscarried another child with him. Devastating.

He wasn’t a witness then.

hell hath frozen over and it feels so good.

MARRY ME, 15

FUCK. THAT. I reject the notion that she needed to spoon feed and ass wipe these babies. EDUCATE YOUR DAMN SELF.

All I listen to are r&b xmas songs so, yes. I love Alexander O’Neal’s “my gift to you” and faith evans’ “Christmas Lullaby” makes me cry. every. time.

A welcome shady respite in truly sad times. https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10154697689186812&id=663441811

SNAAAAAATCHED