*searches the internet for a story real quick. doesn’t find it. whatever*

That column was navel-gazing, jibber jabber that was so dumb and transparently bias that the Atlantic did not open the comment section so that the public could rightly eviscerate very apparent and gross falsehoods like, “even though Ford is credible and Kavanaugh is not, I still don’t know who to believe.”

I’m pretty sure Dracula did it first-first.

I love reading this comment. Thank you so much no. 1 pal!!!

What of Sean Spicer? I personally REFUSE to attend Harvard until his appointment is also rescinded.

I’m sold.

How’d it go?

I recently reset my browser cookies to allow 3rd party platforms to do idk-something. It fixed the problem for me, but before that I had not been able to log in and comment for about two weeks.

They love you and want you to be happy.

I remember having a needlessly passionate discussion in which I argued that babies do not need shoes bc they are only going metaphorical places (baby boot straps and all) and IRL they are not walking to whichever places they are going. In summation, these are perfect and not trillion dollar baby sneakers, ballet flats…

I am so ready to kick butt.

So I called RAINN today for the first ever.

Lovely reporting (I’ve been following your updates on Honey almost as long as I’ve been waiting for the released track), but this rendition isn’t going to work for me. I’m angry.

I only go to work myself most days so I feel you. I love dogs and recently watched Alpha about the first pet/domesticated dog (the setting was prehistoric Europe.) Adorable.

The point seems to me that the experiment needs to be done again but with a fresh, not soggy bagel. Believe it or not I’ll actually be standing by waiting for the follow-up.

Tell people that you did it for Art.

Yesterday, they came for peanut butter and jelly and today, The Proposal. Betty White was amazing in it—her heart attack scene was fab. And when Sandra Bullock was singing Ying Yang Twins in the forest I basically died.

I am at the Philadelphia Museum of Art and just bought a PB&J for $3.50 USD.

I usually date the entries and write by topic. So the major heading is actually August 18th with a subheading of Two Days Ago because I needed to write about additional topics (yoga + red flags) that happened on the 16th. The entry for the 18th was about how great it would be to win the lottery.

I'm glad it had suspense! And r.i.p. pillowcases.