1. Andy Cohen’s home office looks like an ironic take of my Grammy’s basement. I think I drunkenly threw up on that rug.

Her parents are well educated business owners currently at work in the business of Taylor. She’s no Beyoncé (her parents reached peak skills back in DC).

There is an option; she can go to family court and ask the judge to grant a motion that prohibits him from shit talking to their daughter. It’s done allllll the time.

Just looking at their carefully manicured smug faces makes me want to punch them.

Why are you quoting NY Observer without mentioning it’s owned by rat faced Kushner?

I love my Zara work dress.

I see Napoleon Dynamite.

Same. I really, really hope this is not an embellished edit of the emails.

I posted a few minutes ago about having a vague notion of who this couple is.

I’m opening myself to a pile on, but I truly have only the vaguest idea of who these people are.

Yes! I love those.

We had wheat germ and omfg those Grape Nuts. We also ate the little diet chocolates containing speed. And banana pudding with Nilla Wafers.

I couldn’t bring myself to read it all the way through. I skimmed to the quotes, felt dirty and stopped.

$799 for an English rolled arm sofa at IKEA. RH and PB want $2400+ for a similar style.

I’m a little confused by your title.

My son sold a moped to a blind kid.

I’m so sorry this happened to you. Jesus.

Or a combination of all of the above, which seems likeliest.

Or, “I accidentally took medication while having a single glass of wine and have no recollection of this event.”

So ... the solution is??