Sorry for the double-reply... my connection is super-flaky right now. :P

This very moment I am drinking tea from a mug which says "The more people I meet, the more I like my cat." Truer words have never been printed on a cheap ceramic vessel.

If this PhD fellowship is more aligned with your dreams than your current job, then I'd say do it. I'm at a similar crossroads (looking to leave a good-paying job to start from scratch in a different industry altogether) and I need to believe that a good life is not proportionately tied to income. Best of luck…

You're right, I do know what they mean, and what they're looking for, and because I do in fact know how to do my job I generally try to sift through the misinformation they've armed themselves with to help them find what they need/want. I have also been known to make jokes on occasion.

I work in a retail pharmacy, and whenever people ask for the chemical-free sunscreen I tell them the beach umbrellas are down aisle 6.

For some reason I always thought "Don't" was about Taylor Swift. Not sure why.

A hiphop expert I am not, but Iggy just sounds like she is doing a low-rent cover of a Salt n Pepa B-side.

I always find myself wondering why so many heiresses end up as eccentric recluses.

My dad insisted I learn how to drive a manual transmission so at this point it's second-nature to me. But Mr.Spiderweb's specially-imported Japanese SUV has the steering wheel on the other side so I had to learn how to do it right-hand-drive style as well. Everything in it is backwards, even the windshield wipers. …

Yeah, methinks their plastic surgeon is a one-trick pony.

Thank you for the explanation. :)

Thank you, to whichever of you I'm indebted! And also to the other of you because I will never turn my nose up at a star. :)

That Moment of Zen video of the chimp scrubbing the cat was about the only thing that could soften the blow. Oh Jon, you know us so well.

She took 'em to church too. Hah! I'll just show myself out...

Or beheaded.

I am shocked. SHOCKED.

This post has left me suffering from Stage IV Coat Envy.

It was two days before Valentine's day, and I had booked my first bikini wax to impress my boyfriend. It went fine, or so I thought, but by Valentine's Day I was in the E.R. with severe swelling and an oozing rash - I'd had a HUGE allergic reaction to the wax and it took weeks to completely resolve.

A 4% chance of tasting something "transcendent" is not nearly high enough to tempt me to put something that tastes like someone's two-week-old gym socks in my mouth.

Maybe if she wore them in her fucking ears she wouldn't be so tone-deaf. Amirite?