Guys, I think Yoko ruined Shonda’s laptop. Not cool, Yoko.
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Since that NYT article I’ve been going to a nail salon here in Boston that pays minimum wage or more plus tips and has PTO, profit-sharing and health insurance. It’s expensive, $60 for a basic mani/pedi, but it is SO CLEAN and I feel like I’m maybe helping a teeny tiny bit. They have ten locations around here and one…
I INITIALLY WROTE IN ALL-CAPS TO EMPHASISE THAT THE ARGUMENTS ESPOUSED BY THE KIND OF PEOPLE WHO COMPLAIN ABOUT POLITICAL CORRECTNESS REGARDING RAPE JOKES ARE BLUNT, DRONING PILES OF NONSENSE SHARTED OUT LIKE A FOGHORN BY PEOPLE LACKING THE BASIC UNDERSTANDING THAT MEANING IS ALTERED BY CONTEXT.
BUT NOW I AM CONTINUING…
I’m sitting in my housecoat, cat happily in my lap, while Mr Pies attends a get-together with his coworkers and our puppy (because socializing).
And all y’all bitches said vaccines weren’t dangerous. WHO’S LAUGHING NOW?!
AGREE TO DISAGREE INTERNET STRANGER I AM V CUTE
This is important information that in theory would make me want to start trying running out. Except I make fun of people who do it in those very color coordinated their stylist picked the outfit for them outfits. Is it ok for me to run in an old tshirt and normal shorts?
homegirl is fucking lucky as shit and also has the lightest period on god’s green earth bc if that was me please believe they would have blurred out my entire lower half and all 26 miles behind me that were literred w huge globs of my uterine lining.
I die a little every time someone says they don’t want their money paying for birth control and for women to “just keep their legs closed.” I’m like: Dude, I’ve been on bc since 13 due to horrible cramps and acne. There are so many other uses for hormonal bc; though, not that there’s anything wrong with using them for…
I was ball-shy (yes, I’ve heard all the jokes, go ahead anyway), and could not learn to play tennis to save my life.
The Gawker open office plan looks like my version of hell. I say this from behind the closed door of my space heater warmed office while listening to Fleet Foxes at full volume.
He is on an upswing today! He’s eating, he hasn’t thrown up, and I was able to give him all three of his meds without a problem. Now he’s sleeping next to me in his classic “roadkill kitty” pose.
Either that’s an addict whose severe caffeine shakes require that grip, or her delicate lady hands can only barely lift a cup of coffee.
Look, there are four reasons I drink coffee.