OK, I have to tell you what just happened to me this past Thursday. A friend of mine wanted to go a lecture as part of a series, so we went. The guest? A Medium. I had never heard of him, knew nothing about him, he didn’t know me, he’s from the other side of the country. Anyway, interesting interview, good lecture.…

We must have the same friend in common that we are trying to shed!! If you want to get really scared, this woman I’m talking about is in her FORTIES. I thought this shit ended in junior high, but nope, this personality type just keeps on keepin’ on. They will never change and they can be someone else’s PT (or FT!)…

Misery’s ALIIIIIVE!

I knowwwww. I can’t help but think what kind of real good could come with that kind of platform instead. I took a bunch of tween girls to the Taylor Swift concert and there she was —talking about herself—-on the jumbotron. I can’t escape.

I know exactly what you mean. She *should* be someone I like and want to be friends with. But in actuality, she is the type of wolf in sheeps clothing (“I’m a feminist!”)that I should all be running screaming from. She is the woman you think is going to be one of your new best friends and instead she turns your life…

Trust yer damn self. There was a reason for your inexplicable distaste of her from the git go.

Seeing those covers today is UNBELIEVABLE because suddenly I am ten years old again, sitting upstairs and riffling through my big sister’s shit and stealing their books.

I LOVED THESE BOOKS! I read my older sisters’ books when I was little and when I was super stressed out in college, I used to reward myself by going to the library and checking these out. Then, as an adult, I’d read it after doing something I hated, like going to the dentist. These Mary Stuart books are my bait, man!…

That is the most annoying fucking thing ever. It pisses me off out of proportion. I feel like they are just taking their current shitshow out on everyone else here.

Why oh why can’t I star someone anymore? I feel like Kinja is haunted.

Yes, you totally do.

That second book seriously had me doubting everything from McGinnins’ book: total hot mess.

That must be it, then. I only took them for what they were prescribed and only the minimum dose/minimum time. I couldn’t figure out what the fuss was all about, so this makes sense. And then the stronger stuff I was given once for a herniated disc just made me barf. I feel like I have an addictive personality, so I’m…

A better “maybe he didn’t do it” is ‘A Wilderness of Error: The Trails of Jeffrey MacDonald’ by Errol Morris. It concerns the controversy over the book/case ‘Fatal Vision’ by Joe McGinnis.

I don’t get this: I had vicodin prescribed for rough deliveries—I didn’t see the appeal? Maybe you need to take them with no underlying pain for them to feel “good”?

Want! Need! Jealous! Please, I am begging you from the depths of my soul, please: take a nap for me.

PUNCHABLE.

You assumed correctly and saved yourself great amounts of suffering! I couldn’t stop, like picking at a scab. I am now scarred for life.

I could go with you ONLY if we could attend drunk off our asses and shout nasty things from the front row.

She has zero self-awareness of how horrible she comes across! But the casting is PERFECT: Julia embodies her smug entitlement perfectly, doesn’t she?