I just finished The Witches Are Coming by Lindy West today and there’s an excellent essay in there about Adam Sandler movies. The whole book is excellent, actually, which should surprise roughly no one.

I was diagnosed with stage 3 ovarian cancer and celebrated 23 years cancer-free earlier this year, so the best of luck from one survivor to another!

I see Justin Bieber has one of those inexplicably trendy/spendy candy pictures that I keep seeing all over magazines/IG. I did not expect him to have a house full of, y’know, Mark Ryden and Magritte, but still: ugh.

Me too!  I’ve never understood the stigma.  My hair looks pretty much the same whether I get a spendy cut or a cheap one, and I don’t have the time, interest, or expertise in doing a lot of styling, so I go to Supercuts and that’s fine by me. 

I should have gone to the Instagram page.  Yep, those are F1 savannahs.  If he needs a catsitter to keep them from opening his cabinets and flinging everything to the floor, I’m currently looking for a job.

Due to the price tag ($35,000!!!!!!!!!) I’m assuming those kittens are F1 Savannahs, meaning they are the direct product of a domestic cat and a serval. (They get cheaper the further back the serval is in the bloodline. F1s are not legal in many states.) They love water, they’re very easy to leash train, and they…

And the scene where Liv pretends to be a sex worker and Stabler is her john and she’s draped all over him in lingerie? WHOO!

Good lord, I must have been off my caffeine when I originally posted because I didn’t even notice that.

Someone had it on in the background at a party I went to and it literally made me vomit.  I’m very prone to motion sickness, and there’s a scene on a boat with the camera jerking all over and off I ran to the bathroom.  I was soundly mocked.

It was just the dumbest damn luck. I went through menopause at a young age due to a medical crisis, so my bones are probably a little weaker than those of most women my age. It’s my first broken bone ever, so I guess I had a nice long run. But still, it really sucks! I got the half-cast off almost a month ago but…

I broke my stupid hand because I was doing a goofy dance in my kitchen, brought my left arm up, and accidentally whacked my hand on the counter edge. One second of clumsy joy and I’m still paying for it two months later. Wendy can STFU.

69'd with a coworker on the floor of Blockbuster after closing.  (We both had managerial privileges, so we knew where the security camera blind spots were.) Disney’s Tarzan had just come out on video (oy am I dating myself with this comment) and I used a stuffed promotional toy as a pillow. I apologize to anyone who…

That’s, like...Michael K from Dlisted level of brilliant snark.  I love it.

Thank you.  God, does it suck!  One of the worst parts is never feeling clean enough.  I AM showering every day (bought what looks like an oversized plastic oven mitt to cover the cast) but obviously I can’t get underneath.  It’s going to be a shitshow when it comes off, I’m sure.  One website said the hair underneath…

Thank you! My partner has been great but I’m housebound most of the time because, although I can drive, parking/backing up are really difficult and it’s uncomfortable, so I have to weigh the pros and cons of any excursions if my partner isn’t around to drive me. (I’m currently unemployed so at least I don’t have to…

I currently have a broken hand and am an unofficial member of the no-bra club as much as humanly possible because putting on a bra takes about 5 minutes (that’s assuming if I do it the right way the first time). I’m packing a lot up top, though, so I can’t freeball it as much as I’d like, but occasionally I say fuck…

Now THIS is a “Stars...they’re just like us!” moment. I ALWAYS take a list and I ALWAYS wind up with twice as much as I came for. My personal weaknesses are the cheap bins right when you walk in (more magnetized list pads? Why yes!), the book aisle (3 big-ass paperbacks to add to my pile? Sure!), and the beauty aisle…

My personal favorite is Good Humor toasted almond bars, but it’s almost impossible to find them where I live (SoCal). I once managed to find one at 7-11, and it was so freezer burned shards of ice popped off every time I took a bite, but it was still heavenly.

I can’t edit my previous reply, but:

Okay, I need therapy.