I didn’t know Esprit still existed. :)

I grew up dreaming of the day I could afford J.Crew. Now I can, but don’t want it because it’s all overpriced crap now.

Expensive clothes with thin fabric is really, REALLY starting to piss me off. When a sweater costs $100, I should be able to wear it without a cami underneath to avoid exposing my bra. But that’s now the impossible dream or something - thin ass fabric everywhere you go. Drives me nuts.

In the mid/late 80s, when I was a burgeoning goth girl, my junior high self would pore over and dogear the J. Crew catalog, dreaming of the days when I could afford their clothes. My memory of the details are hazy, but the clothes really appealed to my ankh-wearing, Depeche Mode listening younger self and fit the…

If something wasn’t relayed to you—an uninvolved party—you probably weren’t told for a reason.

He lost me after “...my trouble with girls.” Nobel prize winning scientists shouldn’t sound like 12 year old boys.

When I was in high school, the nerd boys loved me. I chalked it up to my being a nerd at heart, despite playing the goth girl and they were too smart to be fooled.

I keep seeing this guy’s name and face. Should I be making an effort to figure out who he is?

I had a cat once that I suspected was a reincarnated doting lover from a previous life. I couldn’t sit down anywhere without him wanting to be in my lap. When my mother would visit but I would have to go to work, she said he would stare sadly at the door for an hour after I left, then wait expectantly for the half…

Mine was cool with the scratching post until she discovered the bedroom carpet. I fear for my deposit.

I had a cat chew his way out of a fabric carrier. I have the hard-sided kind only now.

Haha cats can be real dicks. Mine just come running when I take out the bag and meow and dance in expectation of Greenies.

My cats love Greenies.

I think the fake therapist was the part where I went from “reality shows - what else is new?” to “whaaatt?”

Even by reality TV standards, this sounds like some fucked up bullshit.

I can’t sleep in a room warmer than 70 degrees. If I can’t sleep several nights in a row, I become useless at work. If I become useless at work, I get fired. People who have legit problems with my use of AC better be ready to support my unemployed ass.

I find all posed photoshoots of any kind lamer than hell. I don’t say anything because no one gives a shit and I don’t want to be a hater, but they just look so cheesy. And you know, posed.

I’m sure my Facebook friends are ffuuucckkinng sick and tired of Ripper Street and Broadchurch. Just keep scrolling, bitches, because it’s my page to post on.

Things people don’t want to see on social media: your kids, your meals, your workout logs, your vacations, your professional accomplishments, your romantic activities. Basically, anything good, fun, or productive.