I’ve always kind of felt like they were an intentional slap in the face to all the disgusting non-perfect fatties— like the only reason anyone ever wore them at all is to prove that they had the body for it.

Man... My Sasha will be 8 years old in March, and I still think of her as just a pup. I can’t believe how the time has passed- and that she’s now functionally older than me. But it’s okay, because she’s going to live forever and ever, right?

I’m honestly just thankful that I’m not the only person who sits around thinking about things like this.

Are you me? I get up ridiculously early for work too, so I never have to rush. My morning poo comes like clockwork each morning about 10 minutes after finishing my bathroom getting-ready-for-work routine.

Dismissed. :)

Extremely.

No no- it very much matches the local demographic. It’s always been this way here, at least, in my lifetime. And it STILL seems absurd.

My workplace is FULL of Trump supporters, but don’t worry- no black employees will be harassed or disturbed.

When I was just a kid in grade school, a teacher complained one day about how long and boring the services were at her church. “I swear when that priest gets going, he can go on for 20 minutes sometimes.” I laughed out loud at her delusional ass, and invited her sweetly to come and try our Baptist church one Sunday.

I deleted four or five users’ data from the car I bought this past spring. I think it’s nuts that people don’t bother clearing their devices when thry’er done with them-- even when they’re built into a car.

I can’t help myself- I love it. My first car at 16 was a Topaz, and there are just too many memories associated with it. So much life was lived in that car...  Just looking at the dash and console gives me feelings.

This is AMAZING, and I can’t think of anyone more deserving. Michael Harriot has something to say AND the ability to say it well, and I’m thrilled at the thought of his words reaching an ever-larger audience.

This is beautiful. I should show it to the lady at my work who drives a red Sunfire with a black driver’s side door.

I will fight by your side, dammit.

On my twenty-first birthday, as I pulled into a Hardee’s drive-thru to grab a burger, the right front wheel parted company with the rest of my ‘96 Eclipse and I ground to a stop. It was less than fun getting towed out of there, after explaining to the nice folks working inside why I was blocking their business. I…

I always think of her crazy cat lady character on My Name is Earl. And then I smile.

I hate SO MUCH that “black henna” and its relatives exist, because they scare people away from using real, actual henna— the plant itself. It’s a godsend for people like me who’ve developed allergies to chemical dyes, and I’ll bet all my money (hah) that it’s not poisoning people and causing cancer like the dyes. A…

Amen. A couple of years ago, I had a chunk of snow and ice fly off the roof of a van and take out my driver’s-side headlight and turn signal. That asshole didn’t want to inconvenience himself cleaning off his roof, so he chose to inconvenience me a lot more instead.

Can confirm— that’s an awesome app. I’ve had a great time identifying random plants and crawly creatures. :)

Me too- I drink TONS of it. I guess we’re sociopaths.  :)