describing Robin Thicke as "the human version of a white leather couch" just made my week. I like to think of him, along with Adam Levine and John Mayer, as part of this three-piece set:

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Just a quick little update: I posted last Saturday about feeling depressed/engaging in self-harm and got so many lovely and encouraging responses (and one troll, but what else can you expect on the internet?) I didn't reply to each one individually because I didn't know how to say thanks without sounding like a broken…

Who is going to be a dad?!

I had no other choice.

I am having some Bombay gin on the rocks with big fat stuffed green olives. No vermouth, because I am a heathen that way.