There sure is a lot of sideboob and underbutt for the TEEN Choice Awards. Ugh. And as usual, the girls and women are dressed up while 90 percent of the boys and men look like they’re just out shopping for kitty litter and dog food.

*sigh*

I’ve always called my bag a bag. A purse is that little thing you put coins and tokens in so they don’t make your wallet impossible to use. A purse is an accessory that goes inside your handbag.

Mandals? Since when have sandals been a “girls only” sort of thing?

Patsy Walker. If I didn’t hate Swift’s voice so much, I’d even say maybe they should maybe think about doing a Hellcat cameo on one of the Marvel shows.

Chlamydia is not a happy accident.

I’m just so happy for Issa Rae and everyone on this show. It’s not to my taste, but it is great. *sigh* Now, back to my current hell, where my mother is all “I’m so old my gynecologist retired and then died” and my grandmother being all “I don’t know why you got me a phone for...those kinds of people...but couldn’t…

My identity theft case, where someone stole my debit card number and went shopping on the iTunes store. Apple wouldn’t do a fucking thing until I told them what my Apple device was. I don’t use Apple and own no apple devices, which for some reason was not enough information for Apple to get me to someone who could…

You would think video of murder would be incriminating for them too, but we’ve all seen the nothing that actually happens.

That just makes it WORSE! I can’t listen to them! *sad face* *sad face* *sends picture of evil clown to Yesha* *sad face*

I so badly want to punch you right in the tits just now. *JEALOUS*

This whole Scaramucci thing has me just salivating for this week’s Last Week Tonight.

Yeah, but before the internet (and Snopes) people had an excuse for getting caught up in it (although not a good one) as there was no easy way to check around and see if anything of the sort was actually happening or likely to happen (or possible in the first place.) Now? Nu-uh, no freaking excuse. (Thanks for…

Yes, but it still tastes like okra. *shudder*

Which still makes no sense. Get a dog. Take the dog to the dog park. Meet actual people. If you can’t get a dog, volunteer at the pound. Meet actual people. Or even just go to the grocery store, and meet actual people.

Sounds like down here. By the time I graduated from high school, my neighborhood was more Vietnamese and Laotian than it was the mix of blacks, and poor Irish and Italians and Jews that it was most of the time I was growing up. And thinks to that asshole King and a national government that’s beginning to sound more…

I’m sorry but...how the fuck is this any different from the Nigerian Prince scam that’s been going on since the dawn of the fucking internet? How the hell do people keep getting caught up in this crap? Often quite intelligent people too. I mean honestly, what the fuck?

Whitebonics.

There’s a mobile version, I believe. If it’s not still up, there’s also Carcassonne. Or at least there was last time I checked.

Dude, nobody gives a shit if you’re sorry, or if your feelings were hurt by our response, or if it was meant as a joke. You know what we care about? Whether or not you getting shitcanned from this job means you’ll just be moved into someone else’s area to “police” their kids and friends and families. Because there’s a…