Very Hope Davis.

I prefer my misery meal zest-free.

I’m sure he’s very nice.

After an hour or so, I was dismayed and overwhelmed, and left my birthday party to retire to my room to read, quietly. I’ve gotten marginally better with people generally since then, but am as disinterested in large groups of men today as I was at ten. I just had too much dignity for the blanket, however tempting. : /

She was very shy but still quite curious, and it was a room full of rambunctious boys, which had never happened previously, because my friends were usually nerdy girls, and few and far between (my mom created the guest list for the fairly unsuccessful party.)

My sister spent my entire tenth birthday party crawling dozens of laps around the perimeter of our family room, covered by a light blue blanket, convinced she was invisible. She was six.

OMG WHY DO YOU WANT TO RUIN THEIR FYOOOOCHERS

I still contend that Trump Sr. would wait in the car, while some low-level functionary would be dispatched to fetch Little Lord Piss Pants.

Start a new “tradition”: make them take shifts for the rest of the year, serving drinks at parties at a gay frat house, while wearing skimpy French maid outfits. After each party, they can pass out comment cards and see how they were rated. Online, on an easily accessible site.

Better you should know.

I’m pretty sure that Buzzfeed video has sat next to me on the bus before.

I worry that there may be no place you can hide, Anna.

Maybe she didn’t say, “sorry.” Maybe she muttered, “fucking ask Siri.”

It made me think of this:

All true. It also gave us a beautiful, bittersweet time capsule to capture Raul Julia’s charm in, for all time.

It’s timeless and beautiful even as a standalone entity, without the film. But combined, they’re so moving. One of my very favorites, too.

They both just look like moderately attractive people from the next floor down in your office building. The insurance office, where it’s not all that difficult to be best-looking.

It’s a soggy valentine, but I still love it to bits.

That’s funny: I think they’re both basically bottom of the bag croutons. The crunchless ones that are barely even recognizable as a square anymore, just shapeless, and the most desperate kind of I-guess-it’ll-do-no-one’s-looking unsatisfying snack. : (

They don’t make films like this any more (since they made One From the Heart.)