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I thought it was a dumb scene, and I tweeted about it, and then Erin made me write a post because that's how editors work. We don't coordinate our Girls ass-eating coverage with any other site. I haven't talked to the man, but I doubt Nick Denton gives a shit about that show one way or the other. Also, I think Allison

One of the biggest lessons I got of my adult life is learning that, unless a choice will kill you or hurt you physically/mentally/economically in a way you can't come back from, all the stress over choices is silly.

Someone literally did this to me last week. My husband and I have an unconventional arrangement whereby he casually sees other women with my approval- often more for friendship than sex (for various reasons that I don't want to go into, but I am fine with it). Some woman he messaged on tinder decided to take it upon

My favorite kind of missed connections are when I run into guys that were homophobic to me and I see them at the gay club.

Oh shit! How come shit like this never happens in my part of North Texas?

The first time I was young and didn't want to burn bridges so I told the general manager I was leaving for personal reasons. I worked night shifts and did not want to get anyone in trouble, but the cook was always drunk and the night manager was doing coke with the other waitress.

Ughhhhh, I'm sorry, I just took them again, with visions of a PhD dancing in my head as a way to handle staying in DC, and damn was that a soul-crushign experience! Timed math and I are not friends

What happened last year? I got fired. What am I doing with the rest of my life? Getting married since my boyfriend proposed a few hours ago :D

This probably makes me sound like a sadsack, but this'll be the first NYE in years where I'm not going to sob alone in my kitchen while my parents are in the next room! I always cry because big milestone holidays always make me think how little progress my life has made over the year, but this year I've accomplished a

2015 is Year of the Sheep! I'm a Sheep! This bodes well, I hope.

multiple sets of plans for tonight fell through, so I decided, fuck it, I'm staying home and eating spicy sweet chili doritos. This year I've majorly lowered my tolerance level for bullshit, so I'm not going out and surrounding myself with people who are dicks to me. I'd much rather stay home with my cat and dog,

Disclaimer...this did not happen on NYE. The story is entitled "starfish regenerator."

Sorry! That's so rude. Just tell them that running an escort service is taking up all of your time and energy right now. :)

My father was head of security at the Pentagon on 9-11. My brothers and I couldn't find him until 11Pm that night at Bethesda Naval Hospital ( where I was born in 1977). He was given the last rites twice but the tough old bastard survived it (along with a year in Vietnam and Anthrax poisoning.) I love you pop, and

Ah, military homecoming videos. My husband's, "IT'S DUSTY IN HERE! I'M MAKING CHILI I SAID" kryptonite.

He could head down to the pawn shop and see how much they'll give him for his sense of shame, since he's not using it.

Yeah, I have $150 in checking to last me until the 1st. Dov can kiss my shiny butt.

ugh Petrovsky was sooo pretentious though

I have a story about Igloo & Rita's "Black Widow." I was walking through the theater district the other day, and one of those chintzy souvenir shops was BLASTING that song full volume out into the street. Right at the moment the drop comes in, some dickhead teenager kicked over a stand of postcards that was right on