I’m so sorry about your son. No one should have to go through that. I hope your ex is in prison for a long, long time.

I do love Fr. James Martin! I still disagree with him about a lot (like, so much), but he seems to genuinely put love and compassion for his fellow man above most of the dogma.

But it didn’t look like an actual chocolate cake! Amy mentioned it was filled with frosting (which we see is white), and the outside is colored fondant. Certainly bad for Cheddar, yes, but not potentially lethal the way chocolate is.

Oh my God, thank you so much! That really helps.

You nailed it! Congratulations on finding a new job—here’s to bigger and brighter things!

Well done! I hope you have a nice time with your dad!

Respect. You have this life thing figured out.

Thank you so much!

CONGRATULATIONS!!!! That is AMAZING and you should be so stinking proud of yourself!

Yeah, maybe go for something happier. Golden Age murder mystery, perhaps?

GOD, I loved this show! Huge naval history nerd, and junior-high me had the biggest crush ever on Ioan Gruffudd.

I don’t know but I want to start grabbing people by the lapels in public and telling them to watch the show!

That’s AMAZING! You should seriously be so proud of yourself. I’m also working on losing weight—I’ve dropped 20 pounds since October with another 40 to go. We got this!

Three cheers for playing hooky! Sometimes we need it. Once, I lied to my boss about having food poisoning to take two days off work (she was not a decent human about PTO) and went to see Gone Girl in my pajamas. I’m glad to hear you’re doing well with things and that your community is stepping up to support you.…

OMG it’s so good! I read it in a single day and it is amazing: creeping and observant and horrible but so, so well done.

I like you! I was stone-cold sober for both of mine: first time, I was still a practicing Mormon; last weekend, I didn’t have pockets (and realized too late that Master’s robes have a weird flappy bit that could have totally fit my flask).

That’s totally fair! I used to joke to my therapist that my type was simple: they drink gin and don’t actually want to be with me. I’m trying to be less down on myself, though, so I guess maybe people who do want to date me (and ideally have better taste in liquor than gin).

Thank you so much for this. I don’t have many lesbian friends IRL, and I sometimes feel a bit awkward figuring this shit out in my late 20s when it seems like everyone else I know who is LGBTQ is like “Yeah, I’ve known since forever”.

Hooray for overcoming your fears! I was scared of dogs as a girl (one bit me when I was very small), and it took years to get past, but now I really love them. Hopefully, she continues to have good experiences and isn’t afraid in the future.

In undergrad, the dude on my left wore only boxers under his robe, and the girl on my right stumbled into line RIGHT before the processional began, still drunk from the sketchy frathouse she’d left the hour before and smuggling a bottle of peach André under her robes. For my masters last week, there was a bagpipe and…