OMG, right? Even as a high schooler I was having the most “inappropriate” of fantasies about having Giles as my school’s librarian. Joe was great in a “down to earth, fun to kick back a few drinks with, play some pool with, wish he was my dad” sort of way. Giles, well. Let’s just say I’ve never wanted to make my…

Before that watcher, and the other watcher, there was this dapper watcher, Joe Dawson.

“He ran into my knife. He ran into my knife ten times.”

Right? Of all the things to talk about, the soap closet would be the last thing I’d have expected. Except it’s my cousin and she’s a pretty fabulously random person. :-D

Well, I can tell you she was really impressed by the soap. Seriously, the soap. She told me, “OMG, Nami, you would not believe! There was an entire closet filled with bars of soap that were organized by color! And if you took a soap and came back a few minutes later, there would be a new bar in its place.” She was…

Totally fair.

Haha, hardly. She liked traveling with the fast and overly wealthy and taking lots of drugs. Pretty sure that’s not what her profile read though. :-P

“Seriously interested” or “casually interested”? I wouldn’t say I’m seriously interested in it, certainly not enough to buy the book, but my cousin, who is now in her late 40s modeled for Playboy and used to spend time at the mansion, and her stories of it are a friggin trip and a half. I wouldn’t mind hearing more…

No, shalln’t. The idea of getting fairy-fart dust anywhere near my pink parts is just cringe-worthy. I’ll stick to “jilling” or “popping off” thank you very much.

Wait- are you saying sports aren’t religion? Sacrilege! Stadiums are the houses if worship, sports the religion, players the gods. Or so it seems at times.

Except, correct me if I’m wrong, when most black women straighten and flip their hair it is either because they genuinely prefer it that way, or because they realize that having hair that more closely resembles the caucasian standards of beauty will get them more mainstream opportunities- or they do it for a…

What do you mean, “nobody cares?” Everybody cares! But only because it’s super fun to laugh about.

While clearly I don’t agree with their sentiments, and I wish they thought otherwise, I’m not a fan of the idea of making people write things they are strongly opposed to, no matter how backwards I think their views are. From what I understand, they weren’t refusing to bake a cake for a gay couple or gay-supporting…

Some vegan probably complained because leather. (Vegans, I jest.) :-P

IMO, Lion King kicked some serious tuchus, and I kinda wish I had been flight delayed in that terminal.

Her facial expression is the same one I have when I’m trying to “smile for the camera!” after spending too much time (read: more than a day) with my biological family Dad and his wife.

Three of my exes, so basically the three guys I dated seriously and had discussed marriage with (I had been engaged to one of them), married the women they met right after me. The first one was less than a year after our break-up, and we had remained friends but I realized that I needed to not be part of his life…

No, never. If a person wanted to be talking to you, they wouldn’t be reading. If they are reading and open to conversation, you will know it by the eye contact they go out of their way to make more than the first accidental time.

Oddly, it’s when I stopped trying to be “likable” that people seemed to start liking me.

I was going to make a joke about how it looks like the therapy worked, and then you had to go ruin it with that apologetic edit. :-P