Only tangentially related, but my sassy, shy, cuddly 8-year-old rescue cat was diagnosed with cancer this week, and I have never felt this much emotional pain before. I’m about to leave town for 2 weeks (a pro catsitter is coming by every day to give her meds/food/love) and I’m so, so scared she’s going to die without…

I helped a guy out with a project a few months back and as a thank you he gave me a full handle of gin. Which is just so much gin. I don’t like gin. (It tastes like trees.) My friend loves gin. (She loves trees.) She also cat sits for me but won’t take cash as payment. That girl is 100% getting the handle of gin for…

I’ve listened to The Devil and God Are Raging Inside Me hundreds and hundreds of times over the years. It’s gotten me through a lot of shit. Now I just feel lost.

Doctors tried to scare me away from the copper IUD for years because I already have heavy periods, but after trying 7 different hormonal BCs (including Mirena) that all fucked with my depression, I bit the bullet and oh my God, I will never love any man as much as I love my little Paraguardian of my Galaxy.

Didn’t she dye her hair blonde in an attempt to start over with a new persona after her first suicide attempt in ‘54? It feels like an odd choice to place it on the cover without that context.

My only “celebrity encounter”since moving to NYC was seeing St. Vincent filming this video at Astor Place a few weeks ago so I’m automatically in love with it.

I’ve been reading exclusively post-apocalyptic books because they’re the only things that make me feel OK about the world in comparison.

Same, I have no problem with cosmetic procedures and have had some myself :) Pretending she’s a 42-year-old who “naturally” has no wrinkles, puffed-up lips and stretched-open eyes is just a very known-grifter-Tracy-Anderson thing to do.

“I’m a 42-year-old mother of two. I’m not getting my face tucked or nipped or whatever.” I literally laughed out loud because it’s so clear from that header photo her face has got more fillers than the empty seats at the Oscars.

THANK YOU. I know this is an unpopular opinion but regular ice cream is too thick and it gives me a stomachache. Even with my lactose-iffy stomach, I can down a full pint of Halo Top and feel fine.

(might be worth mentioning that he and I were at the same professional level, had the same amount of experience, and were making the same salary before he got the raises)

About a year and a half ago, I asked for a raise. I was told in no uncertain terms that our company was in a hiring freeze and giving out no raises. I understood; we’d lost some clients and had some layoffs.

Six months later, a (slacker) male coworker and I got drunk together and he revealed that he’d gotten two…

I’ve worn contacts for 15 years. While sleepy/not paying attention I’ve definitely put two in the same eye before. I noticed right away.

My guess would be that audience members who stayed were annoyed at audience members who were leaving for blocking their view?

Yup, I worked with him once. He was generally pleasant to the cast and crew, but he had a strong “I’m too good for this shit” attitude. (Which was funny because he was NOT our first choice for the role.)

I saw this in previews a few weeks ago. There were people who brought their young teens, 13-14 years old, and a lot of those families had to leave during the second half. I felt bad for them, but at the same time, if you have any familiarity with the book you know there’s going to be torture.

I’ve been doing my Nike+ Training Club workouts with Friends on in the background for months. I’ve seen the episodes a dozen times so I don’t feel like I’m missing anything, but it holds my attention better than music. Plus, I get to rediscover how homophobic 90s comedy was!

I went through a very stressful few months last year and my gums would often start bleeding out of nowhere. Apparently it’s not that uncommon.

I didn’t think he was attractive until I heard him speak. Now I’d totally let him direct my FBI. (In this case, FBI means vagina.)

I literally just cut the tip of my thumb off with a bread knife on Saturday and I am feeling very judged by these comments. Joke’s on you, suckas, I got Vicodin!