I’m rarely impressed by people who have more money than god decided to sacrifice a few pennies.

An absolute jam, no pun intended.

And the choreography during the breakdown was the slam dunk at every talent show in America that year.

A friend of mine once commented how nuts it was that Michael and Janet came from the same family, because if you think about it, the combined star power and talent between the two of them alone could probably power the sun. Which is both true, and insane.

Whenever I see the common military connections, I always flash back to this quote of Dana Scully’s, from The X-Files, discussing a suspect who literally talks other people into killing themselves:

A dear friend of mine is a former GP, now a psychiatrist (and studying psychoanalysis now as well). He has plenty of his own issues, and a history of childhood abuse. (He’s also one of the loveliest human beings I’ve ever known.) I think it makes him an incredibly effective therapist, and he’s helped a lot of people.…

I’d love to know if he’s managed to recall every woman he is said to have harassed.

There are far too many personal reasons I can’t possibly get into to explain why, but I am cracking the fuck up at this post, so thank you for that, Bobby.

He’s still one of mine, I can’t lie, and interacting with him certainly never dissuaded me!

It is! I like spreading good experiences with Keanu where I can; he is a lovely individual who I just feel deserves to be thought well of, y’know?

Yeah. I’m sure it doesn’t help that my overall experience with GPs in the past (most of them men) have been overwhelmingly terrible, bordering on abusive. I have a hard enough time trusting doctors at all, and male doctors in particular.

He is! He was absolutely my favorite celeb regular at my old bookshop. Just the loveliest person. He’s extremely well-read, and loves talking about books. He’d always bounce up to the counter and ask what I was currently reading, and would tell me about what he was currently into; he had great taste, and was so…

Pretty much every single sentence of this story made me want to vomit.

Sure, just do the same thing you’d do if you’re going into the store knowing what you want already (i.e. you have the stock number from the website with you): just walk in through the exit and boom.

I dream of one day being able to afford doing this — also have fair skin/dark hair combo — but my biggest problem area is by far my legs, so... Yeah, doubtful it’ll happen anytime soon.

With LA (and most California towns), it really is weather as the dominant factor. Our seasons, such as they are, are just more survivable without shelter than basically anywhere else.

The correct take. (Also, since they now process most Hershey’s products without incorporating any cocoa butter, it’s not even technically chocolate anymore.)

I will never understand it. I felt like I’d fallen into an alternate universe, and that universe was actually hell.

In some of the darkest months of my life, several years ago, I worked at a goddamn Fry’s Electronics.

How is learning to accept the inevitability of death — something that, as someone who formerly did a lot of work with and around the dead, I really wish our culture in general were much better about — “romanticizing” it? It’s really, really not.