NOOOOOOO OH MY GOD

Sooooooo can people keep submitting these, because I read every single comment on the last post (oh hey fellow greys) and I’m not ready for them to end!

“I asked every person I met since day one, ‘Find me a boyfriend!’ Like, especially new friends too.”

Big Kimo was a good one too, though I guess vacation romances don’t last long.

Wonderful, we’ll bring delicious breakfast tacos to the rest of the country!

Oh man. I’ve never stood in line for a Target capsule collection, but I’ll throw some elbows for this.

I looked over the Texas-specific polls over at FiveThirtyEight yesterday, and while it looks like there’s an uptick in the number of people reportedly voting for Clinton, Trump is still projected to win Texas. Thankfully, I don’t know anyone who will willingly admit that they’re voting Trump, but I know Johnson and…

At least let us liberal Texans leave first! There are dozens of us - DOZENS!

Admittedly, I wish my brain would retain useful information, instead of things like Billy Joel’s marital status...

Ex-husband, so probably not that, but I have no other hypothesis as to how she keeps getting work! She’s so wooden on TV, though her Endless Summer cookbook is pretty great.

Keeshonds are like the cutest dogs ever, but yup, terrifying in the dark. (Source: Childhood best friend had two.)

NEEEEEEEWWWWWWWP.

“and they talked for a while”

WHY DID I JUST READ IT AGAIN.

So of course after I stayed up until midnight reading these in bed like an idiot, my kid scared the living shit out of me today. Around 5am, I heard something slowly creeping up the stairs, not unusual for our house (three cats, two adults, one kid), but she didn’t come in my room. When I opened the door to the pitch…

Oh fuck no, I get creeped out when I wake up to my four-year-old whispering to me because she wants to sleep in our bed, I’d be calling our priest for that one.

He’s still around! My kid and I both love the Count - she does a pretty adorable “ah ah ah!”

Von coffin, ah ah ah. Twooooo coffins, ah ah ah...

Sorcia’s story, at the top of this post, still makes me shiver when I think about it (like now). I saw an old truck pulling into the parking lot toward me a couple of years ago and nearly peed myself.

For shame, Ryan Atwood.