The list of banks I don’t have a grudge against is shorter than the list of banks that have fucked me in some way.

...continuing the tradition of network TV reviving old white shows.

I can’t imagine how their kid turned out the way he did.

I only see it when I wake up after falling asleep in front of the TV.

I’d buy pretty much all the jewelry in the Pyramid Collection catalog. I’m an overgrown Goth girl at heart.

I genuinely prefer semi-precious stones (esp. garnets) set in silver. Bad for the fine jewelry industry, good for my wallet. I would say good for my gift-givers as well, but I don’t have any.

I get that. Red is my favorite flavor.

My father couldn’t go anywhere near candle shops or the aisle in the store.

Based on previous experience, mine would slap a “sorry we missed you” tag on the door without ringing the bell, anyway.

I love how great Satanists have gotten at poking religious hypocrites in the eye.

I like Christmas music. People who incorporate audio into their outdoor displays? They can burn in hell.

Outdoor displays that incorporate audio of any kind should be outlawed.

Every time someone writes an unsolicited insistence that every woman should try the cup, I bite back the urge to respond “no1curr.”

I’m nearing the end of my bleeding days, am perfectly comfortable with tampons and have no interest in changing things up. I’m glad women in other circumstances have options but the proponents are so evangelical about it that it gets annoying.

Seeing as podcasts bore the fuck out of me, that’s probably worth trying. (I have no idea why, but audio with no video does NOT work for me. Love the ballet, love the opera, HATE the symphony.)

I wish my parents had talked about money. What I learned from just watching them was that there’s always magically enough, even when your kids don’t see you sweating the bills and having to rely on your own parents when there’s not enough. And while it was wonderful to grow up never going hungry, always getting new…

Many a time I wish I still had that textbook on property law. That ALWAYS did the trick. I’d pay good money now to have that professor come into my bedroom at 1 AM and drone on at me.

For me it’s having a work schedule that coordinates with my body’s desired sleep schedule. When I worked 1 PM-9 PM, I was an Olympic class sleeper who enjoyed regular hours and fantastic quality. Ever since I took a job with a regular schedule my body has resoundingly informed me that “FUCK. YOU.” It’s been a few…

I have on-an-off insomnia and have found that despite every single article saying the opposite, watching innocuous TV on my laptop in bed helps me eventually doze off when I’m having a bad night. When forced to choose between “science!” and what my own body is telling me, I go with my own body.

I see a lot of posts on Lifehacker that make it seem like adults really can’t be trusted to behave like adults. E.g., “apps to encourage you to brush your teeth!,” “cleaning products that will inspire you to clean!,” and now “you can’t be trusted to put down your phone and go the fuck to sleep!”