Yup.

All dogs go to heaven, especially dogs like him.

"for he is his name noah a covenant of the arc which is my family."

I remember my counsellor at church camp telling me that only humans were allowed up through the Pearly Gates. I was nonplussed, and decided I'd rather go hang out with my camp horse, Whopella, than hear more about how many other things, real and imaginary, weren't technically allowed in Heaven. Like fairies. Shut up,…

If there is a heaven and dogs don't go there I will be very pissed. Send me back to Earth, please.

Oh man. WEEPING. Good, good boy Noah. I hope you get all your treats your little heart desires in the doggie afterlife.

Good puppy.

Things like this remind me why I only believe in a Heaven for dogs.

FUCK YES.

Oh hi, you are me and I am you. I'm also 35 and bottoming out in my current career. The end is close. I make good money and live in a nice part of LA- no kids/husband. I chose the career by default after health problems killed my other dreams and required me to have very good health insurance. I think I want to…

I'm 37 and this so resonates with me - "Nothing is ever as I hope it to be." With every new job I start, I have all this optimism and hope in the first few months, and then I just get worn down and disillusioned. Maybe I'm expecting too much? Maybe I need to be more realistic? I don't know... what I do know is that…

The answer to uncertainty and indecision is to decide.

I'm 35 and still don't know what the hell to do with myself. I have a job that pays well but I'm not enjoying all the shitty travel. I would like to find something closer to home but I don't know where to begin. People keep telling me to do something I enjoy, but that seems like I'd quickly stop enjoying said thing.…

Being comfortable, you mean, right? I agree with that: coming to terms with uncertainty, rather than magically stumbling upon certainty, is a worthy goal.

*He didn't stop eating meat until his parents specifically told him at the dinner table that he was eating Buster*

My three year old upon seeing this, "I WANT ONE THOSE COWS!"

He was working as a bouncer in a club when a woman put her first through a wall, she became his first wife. There might have been domestic violence and he might have been the victim.

Well, Garth Brooks would have been promoting merchandise, whereas Whoopi Goldberg might actually talk about Ferguson and address the issues we're all thinking about.

This is probably not a popular sentiment, but the riots in Ferguson are really giving me hope that the populations in the West aren't perfectly comfortable with the daily injustices that take place and that perhaps this is the beginning of an upraising. I'm not saying I'm wishing for a global, bloody revolution but is…

I have a crush on her hair