I’m gonna tell my dad I want a trip to San Diego for my birthday (which just happens to be Halloween) this year.

Can we not talk publicly about forgiving someone who’s done shit to lots and lots of people until said person at least owns up to what they’ve done? As with Chrissie Hynde, I understand that Ms. Johnson may feel the need to do this for herself and her own healing, but I worry about the effect saying this to the media…

OH MY GOD

I WANT TO PLAY WITH THE CORGIS.

Wow, did I really say Czech?? Obviously this whole thing has broken my brain.

I came to this post hoping this would be here somewhere!

I’m seriously considering emailing corporate.

And so a plan begins to formulate in our minds...

For some reason I’ve been reading comments there on most of those types of articles, and really, I’m thinking I need to move up my appointment with my therapist.

Nope, I noticed that you did also use ‘refugees’ in the article; was just curious.

Anna, is there a reason you’ve chosen to use ‘migrants’ in the headline, rather than ‘refugees’?

Enjoy the comments on this BF article.

As if this could get any worse. I almost threw my laptop out the window last night after reading Czech people commenting online that there’s an international media bias against them and that they’re not bad people, really, they just don’t want all these non-Christian brown people coming and taking their jobs. Their…

Wait, seriously?

If a guy made a huge deal of it, to the point of arguing, then he’s clearly not for me.

I’m not. In fact I wasn’t even talking about my own experience so much as a general observation of neckbeards. I’m not saying *I* subscribe to this, just that I think horrible men who complain about not getting laid do. You could also substitute the whole number scale (pretty sure I’m about a 5 myself, looks-wise) for…

It wasn’t exactly like that, but I get your point.

Absolutely. Sent an average of a message a day over 4 days, mostly to tell him about what upcoming days I was available to go out again.

I’m a total pain wimp (when I met the artist I asked if she had ever had anyone throw up when the tattooing started) and the pain wound up being only a fraction of what I was expecting. It felt like someone was scratching me with a safety pin, basically. I’m already planning my next with no pain-related hesitations!

Hate everything about this latest update. Ditto what’s been done to Tumblr AND to Google’s logo. This has not been a good week.