The article where Caity eats TGI Friday’s unlimited mozzarella sticks is hands down my favorite. I read it when I’m depressed and need a laugh. It never fails to perk me up.

Your mom is a national treasure!

I would like to know the magic spell for getting ungreyed.

I found it almost unbearably touching when my Mom emailed me to wish me sincere condolences this afternoon.

Little early for me, only 5:30 here, but later on I’ll have some red wine. Or possibly just go straight to vodka mixed with assorted juices and seltzer. Right now I think I have mango lemonade in the fridge, and I definitely have limes, so...

I went to the comments of that Gawker article because I was genuinely shocked and saddened by the news and wanted to commiserate, and found a very long comment thread full of people complaining that Jezebel should be closed down instead :/

I truly hope this community of real decent, funny, and intelligent family of writers and commentators is allowed to exist untouched. I found a voice on here, a lot of friends, spilled the secrets of my soul, was accepted, and accepted others back. One of my rules was, always star people who respond to your comments,…

This. I came for Lindy, and stayed for the rest.

I’ve been commenting on Jezebel and Gawker through two user names (it KILLED me when I lost a starred account in an early Kinja changeover), two degrees, and four moves. It’s helped me procrastinate, meet people when I moved to new cities, given me an online community of hilarious strangers, and taught me about which…

The husband always did it.

In all seriousness, what the fuck am I supposed to do at work all day now? My job? No thank you. Legitimately upset about the demise of Gawker, which I’ve followed since it started. May Peter Thiel suffer from a debilitating rectal prolapse while his Tesla catches on fire. RIP, Gawker.

To be honest, I’m kind of devastated Gawker won’t be around for the election. I feel like I’ve been with them through the trenches in terms of their coverage over the last year and a half, and I was very much looking forward to Nov. 8th on Gawker. NOW IT’S BEEN TAKEN FROM US :( :( :(

4 more days left in the States and then back to Dubai for another ten months. Feeling so depressed I am drinking this piss water and watching a Forensic Files Marathon (spoiler: the husband did it.)

Gawker was my white (grayed) whale. It sank before I could ever conquer. I hope everyone gets cush new gigs at The Onion.

I mean, I love cats, and I think they’re really the best

It’s not weird that a father might hold his child while in his underwear. It’s weird to try to make this touching adoption story somehow about underwear.

I’m more concerned that he’s going to know how to do that baby’s hair.

Today I learned people once went to TGI Fridays to get laid.

My husband and I were astounded when we were in Sweden this summer that TGI Friday’s is a legit fancy restaurant there. Even his Swedish relatives concurred that it was considered a bit ‘posh.’ There are two TGI Friday’s in downtown Stockholm that legit have a bouncer and thumping electronic music at night. It’s quite…

So long Waffle House doesn’t give up its aesthetic of half-burnt out 25w bulb lighting and how everything vaguely feels like it has a thin layer of congealed grease on it.