He really is a less eloquent Roderick Spode.

There’s lots of weird stuff about Hollywood and fame, but to me the two biggest are:

They seem like the manifesto type.

There are ACTUAL photos of Rihanna, and Chris Brown still gets to work.

I hope he runs out of gas in the middle of nowhere, in below freezing temperatures. I don’t want him to die, of course, but I wouldn’t weep over frustration and massive inconvenience.

He’s not even hot, I really don’t get it.

I wish Britney Spears never got famous and instead taught dance to eight-year-olds in rural Louisiana. I really think she would have been happy in that life.

Kind of a Moses situation tbh

You’re welcome!!!!

Based solely on Twitter accounts, I’m a much better writer than Joyce Carol Oates.

It’s true that there’s not a lot of middle-aged women spending every last dime they own in record shops, as if they plan to die before retirement age, leaving behind nothing but IKEA shelves of limited editions and despair, but I always thought of that as a marker of intelligence rather than ignorance.

Source: I live…

lol yeah women had a real hard time figuring out what handsome-ass Leonard Cohen did for a living

A good thing to come of this is the continuing, years-long reveal that Denise Richards is basically a goddamn saint.

So, so thankful it’s the grownups talking. A Republican debate tonight would have literally added insult to injury.

My little sister “only” liked pork chops, so mom just told her that all meat was pork chops. I remember once I tried to ruin this, probably because I was six years old and terrible, but mom still made it through and confirmed that yes, the meal was chicken, but it was chicken pork chops. Sometimes pork chops can be…

Weird to me that Dillard’s stock is worth so much more, and slumping less.

It’s almost as if most celebrities are quite stupid and their thoughts are usually best kept to themselves.

They’re going to leave a jar of kombucha out for Elijah.

That’s just not the way a human being talks, especially to their family! It’s the bad dialogue of a failed romance novelist. Too old-fashioned, and ringing false.