I actually kind of respect that.

Some people pay to hear that.

I will hate myself for watching this.

Good on you! Seriously, congrats!

I like to crack open some red and put on RuPaul. The love is never-ending.

Used to have a clit-boner for Manson. Madonna though? Ick.

I fall into the age you speak of, but I refuse to pop out a kid. I have too much to do. Seeing all my friends and their friends and their friend’s moms pop out babies. Over it.

I just want to thank Jezebel for hosting the interview with Sunny Megatron and her husband. It inspired me to seduce my husband back into our sex life, but in a crafty way. Previously, any talk we had had about it ended in tears/not getting laid. After I read the interview with them, I grabbed the full season of her…

There's always one asshole...

Are you joking? How about no.

Apologies that you weren’t the main event tonight.

Really everything about womanhood. I don’t understand fashion, makeup, or being a good wife. I recently cut off all my hair so I wouldn’t have to worry about styling it. I just can’t be bothered anymore.

I hate Subway as much as I hate people who order salads at Wendys. Fuck you.

omg omg omg you must right this wrong immediately. As in now.

Oatmeal with garlic, parmesan, and black pepper.

We bought a house instead of going on a honeymoon. The shitfuckery started soon after. High-five!

Originally read this as “Robert Pattinson likes buttsex” and was like ‘lol ye who doesn’t”. But then....

Not to be a cunt, but if they can’t make bond (not saying they should be imprisoned in the first place, but as this reads....), how do they expect to be able to front the money for the insane cost of immigration?

Having two toilets is, literally, the (poop) bomb. We can shit at the same time. Having two TVs? Absolutely. We can barely agree on dinner, much less what to watch, so he goes upstairs and I go down. Haven't tried separate beds, but would kill a puppy for a king size (rocking a queen right now).

I'm a stubborn bitch and really only drink red wine so, naturally, I had a massive glass with me on the dance floor. I don't really dance, but The Husband's friends do and one of them knocked my arm in a wild, spaggy move, and flung the red wine all over the front of my dress. I had a mini heart-attack, but the…