We all have a good sense of humor about it. Have to.

Beerz and Beanz sound like a potentially shitty combination full of hot air.

I would probably assume that Thessa didn't mark the event private so she didn't exclude any of her friends who wanted to come. What fucking dicks.

When my grandma had to go to court for her last DUI (of many), everyone else ahead of her bowed their head shamefully and apologized to the judge for their actions. They got pretty light sentences.

Well fuck me. I find swearing to be endearing and comforting, as in, "oh yes, I do not have to censor myself around this person." All ya'll potty mouths are welcome to be my friends and I really just say "Fuck you" to anyone who's so uptight they find my shitty fucking vocabulary offensive.

I like Starbucks Iced Coffee because I can drink it quick and it's not too sugary, but I'm not really a fan of their breakfast foods. I'll eat it if I'm there, but I love me some Bruegger's egg sandwhiches on a bagel. I hate hate hate Bruegger's coffee though.

Her letter regarding the scandal was extremely well-written.

The Anne of Green Gables Series (the whole thing, especially Rilla of Ingleside)

I also remember thinking as a kid, "Why doesn't Al want to have sex with his wife? She's way hotter than he is."

"she’ll be almost unrecognisable from the fresh-faced 17-year-old that she was 20 years ago when she posed in that early shoot for Brides magazine." - Daily Mail article on Kate Moss.

Agreed.

I will watch the shit out of the 5 hour Pride and Prejudice. MMMMM Colin Firth.

Not upset. A few more hours of Hunger Games goodness. I think Mockingjay has enough going on that it could be two films. I'd be pissed if I had to miss Finnick and Annie's wedding or Joanna and Katniss's bonding over morphine addiction.

Severe alcoholism. She'd been living like that for years, before my mother and younger siblings were even grown up and out of the house.

That's just a shitty tattoo. Mine is ass inclusive.

Lame. My Jezebel tattoo has a shitting ass to commemorate all you Lesbian Shitasses (TM).

I'll estimate that the percentage grew about 2 percent since my grandmother died.

No tickets. They were afraid I was a terrorist driving around an unlicensed vehicle. Once they saw everything was in order, only one cop took my information and the others teased him that he should take me downtown to Target to get some tape. Then, since I was starving and approaching dangerously low blood sugar…

There should also be a Social Minefield for being a houseguest.

Mine get shallow and more rapid because I'm panting from apparently working out too hard. I've tried metering my breath (I'm actually really good at it and I had my lungs tested and was off the charts with my lung capacity), but I still am wiped by the time I get up there. My legs start to hurt and I start to sweat.