We have a big project board here at our office and whatever team manages it has a line for "Workplace Violence Program." I like to imagine that one of the random locked doors along the hall is actually a covert training facility for ninjas or something.

It's an Easter miracle!

I'm guessing love. You know. LOVE.

Salinger never seemed to get past women in their late teens/early 20s either... His last wife, Colleen, was 40 years his junior I believe.

This is roughly the same (highly successful) pick-up tactic once employed by JD Salinger, who was obviously a brilliant writer, but also probably a complete creepster.

But the upside is that Chris Masterson is single... Crazy (because Scientologist) but single.

Oh god. I googled and you're right. He has not aged well. Ouch.

You know, I admit I watched the first season or two of the RHOC because I was morbidly curious (and that one douchey guy was hot... Slade? Something like that), but I haven't seen any of the spin-offs and I have no idea who these people are. But WTF HAPPENED TO VICKIE'S FACE?! Holy smokes.

I never dry my hair. I absolutely loathe that appliance. Drying my hair takes too long and makes me sweat. Yuck.

Best. Internet. Date. Ever.

I can't wait to have all the sex.

Rowr.

It was definitely Danny. Danny Wood I think. I spent a lot of time with my NKOTB tapes back in the day. I just KNEW I was going to marry Jordan. Didn't work out.

But it's so easy to get them confused. :)

If you do, I think that means you're officially my boyfriend. Meet me under the bleachers?

I hate this haircut, love construction workers/other hardhat wearers. How YOU doin? ;)

I sported a shaved head my senior year of HS and my freshman year of college, then grew it to a pixie, which I kept FOREVER. Now my hair is past my shoulders, but it's a matter of time before I go pixie again, most likely. It was so. easy.

I usually only call my girl (Delphi) by her actual name if she's in trouble. It's the cat-mom equivalent of breaking out the middle name, haha.

My most recent shelter cat is a huge black cat named Pete. He pissed in my car on the way home and became Stinky Pete for months. Now he's just Poot, Pootercat, Petey, Handsome-handsome, Monster, Big Man, Baby Panther and other stupid nicknames. I goddamn love him.

I had to google him. He looks douchey, but he is hot. He also looks like he might give you hepatitis just by looking at you, which I also find kind of hot because I have issues.