Someone get Kris on the horn. My friend Martin develops (booze, but still) apps for his living. We can do this.

We should all get our selfies made using Kim’s filter setting.

I started my day a little bummed that Pence did well, and Tim was obnoxious. But then, Donald came through for me! He’s going to act out, and I cannot wait.

I believe that. It’s a magnetic pull. She runs for office next.

We are all #hachi.

I feel scared that this has even a micro-dash of sarcasm because. I mean, she is objectively awesome.

Like many of the people posting here, I was all cringing at myself, except that I was too hung up on a ballet guy’s name ACTUALLY BEING “MILLEPIED” TO FOCUS.

My home state of Kansas is definitely in it to win it.

I am a recovering Saranfan. This election bullshit has been terribly disappointing.

People who write about/make clothes for a living, suggest a gal who wears/makes people write about (her) clothing for a living, deserves to be stalked/assaulted for being good at it.

Sweet: Sugar cookie with strawberries, and iced tea.

I did once. I felt agnry at myself for two days. Worst part: if it said what he doesn’t want us to know, I can’t remember it.

Or you marry a fling, while all woozy from the throes.

I didn’t hate my ex, flights of temper and stress of paperwork notwithstanding. It was more, “Whoops. MAJOR FUCKIN’ WHOOPS.”

“Not together long enough before marriage? Not having discussions about ANYTHING important before hand?”

Beat me to it. I’m consitutionally against mandatory minimums, because judicial discernment. But douchebags have to ruin it for the rest of us, and judges demonstrate a total lack of ability to discern when it comes to rape.

EXTRA FUCK SUND DRIED TOMATOES. THAT’S JUST NASTY.

I’ll join you -- we can take the scenic route -- I’d enjoy his on-camera suicide. (Be a nice gift for his family -- the ratings/residuals would be yuge.)

Starred for also starred ‘petulant whiteness’.

Ohgod....gardens were always my Dark Place. From wee, I was tasked with various age-appropriate garden chores. How, oh, HOW I hated it. And my father grew all of our produce --everything central Kansas soil would grow -- filling the 1/3 acre side yard.