I’m early for an early flight out of Atlanta. I ask the baggage handler at the curb to tell me something I wouldn’t know about his job. He’s not busy, no one else there, two of us having a smoke.

There's def peeeeeens. Try Cara McKenna! She's my fav rn.

That’s a terrible oversimplification. First they bleed the fuck out of the bull stabbing it with spears. Once in it’s enraged and weakened state THEN the coward bullfighter feels brave enough to fight it.

What kind do you like? Julia Quinn and Tessa Dare are fun for less angsty historicals. Nalini Singh has paranormals that I really like. I also enjoy Nora Roberts and Jennifer Crusie for contemporary. Laura Kinsale’s historicals kick ass. Lisa Kleypas does historicals and contemporary. Try Dear Author or Smart Bitches,…

Check out SmartBitchesTrashyBooks for some great ideas. Courtney Milan is a fave of mine, and a good place to start.

Don't go to Scottsdale. It's a silly place

Man that was such a great line. And the sad part is, I can kind of think of a couple situations where that would make sense (animal husbandry, pre-veterinary, a place that offered courses in various horse-riding stuff, a scholarship for horse-riding...)

Fucking Mr. Jennings, fuck you.

When we had a late termination for medical reasons last summer, my mom flew out to meet us, rented a car and got a hotel suite, made me eat food, drove us to all four of my appointments at the clinic and took care of our two year old the whole time so my husband and I could grieve our lost pregnancy and rest without…

My mom is a transplanted Midwestern lady living in a small island town in south Texas. There are a lot of great stories I could tell about her (she was briefly Mormon because the only church within walking distance of her family’s farm was a Mormon temple and then she got a scholarship to BYU and, as she likes to tell…

My mom has an extremely dark sense of humor, and the hardest I’ve ever seen her laugh was over a newspaper story about a man who was on trial for killing his own mother by sending her a box of chocolates on Mother’s day that was rigged with a bomb.

This is what the Met Gala is supposed to be about. Big, swirling insanity. Gaga win.

Man, he’s gonna be pissed when someone reads this article to him.

Yep. It’s weird, though - I have a shellfish allergy, like anaphylaxis throat swelling kind of allergy, and no restaurant has EVER given me the slightest bit of shit about it. I also carry an EpiPen for that.

Tracked down his wife and told her everything.

My (then) boyfriend’s best friend, who thought I wouldn’t recognize his voice on the phone, called me to let me know his asshat friend was two-timing me with another chick at a bar near my house. I went there, spotted them, approached the table, grabbed a glass bottle of Coke off a waiter’s tray and hit him over the…

Can’t think. Must just look. No thoughts. Looking.

Go see the movie Warrior. He's great in it!

AMEN. At first I was relieved to serve at Steakback Outhouse, which had no lunch service back then, but imagine my horror when they decided to open Sunday lunch several months after opening my location. Oh, the hatred.

I went to see Guster in Atlanta during their acoustic tour. They were doing an audience participation thing on Twitter — you could post requests, ask questions that the band would answer on stage, that kind of thing. Guster has amazing stage banter, so it was pretty great, especially when they got a tweet from Kyle…