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True story: I started writing scripts because I could never find any interesting female roles to play as an actor. So in drama class, my friends and I would just write our own scenes. I didn't think of myself as a writer; just an actor who couldn't find anything she wanted to play. Then I got to college and realized

I think the whole "it's getting better for women all the time" thing is a fallacy. Things were looking great in the 90s, but then the Paris Hilton "tee hee, I'm so stupid" craze came in and I think we massively regressed. We're starting to pick up the pieces now, but it's difficult. I would say that we are not as

I am perfectly okay with every opponent of gay marriage doing this.

This girl is a friend of mine. People commenting on her looks, really? If she were a man, would her looks be an issue? Also, you do realize that her entire house was wiped out. She doesn't exactly have a lot of access to makeup and such to look put together for a CNN interview in front of tornado rubble. She's a good

How on earth does she manage to make even a graduation robe look chic? Not fair. Fabulous, but not fair.

My dad is a professional furniture maker, former carpenter, and all around handy man. When I asked him once, what he did to paint straight edges, he looked at me like I was from another planet.

"Nothing. I practiced."

I haven't taped a ceiling since.

Her dazzling eyes? Flawless complexion (probably just a lot of makeup but who cares)? Gorgeous body that nears perfection and a wardrobe that I'd kill for? I dunno.

Why no Dalahaye?

This guy should have never been casted as Gatsby.

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Any car for 800 that runs well is worth it.

For $800, I could get a moonbounce or pony rides for my kid's birthday party, or I could buy this and drive 3-4 9yos at a time around pretending we were on a run to blow up the Death Star, and then "decommission" it into a normal beater? Easy NP.

After months of shouting at myself to put on my big-girl knickers and get on with things, I have recently accepted that I am Not Coping At All Actually, and I've found it nigh-on impossible to talk about with anyone in the real world - for many reasons, most of which do not make any sort of sense.

I love everything she does...so funny and real and perfect. My boyfriend's in a treatment facility right now, following a third suicide attempt...so I guess he's at that doctor-stage from the comic. As soon as we're able to talk (can't have his phone or visitors for the first two weeks) I'm sending him this. I sent

Two things:

Too many tears.

There is no way to express all the ways this post is accurate, but it was this one that got me. I remember TRYING to tell my best friend that I just didn't want to be alive, that it wasn't possible to be alive and continue in so much awfulness. And the neverending black hole. I wish I could post this a million

OMG I love love LOVE this chick (who's life scarily mimicks my own, depression, ADHD and all), and few things make me laugh as hard as when she writes about Simple Dog.

I loved the dead fish part.