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I have never hated anybody that much, but I don't get how you can look in the eyes of your trusting child and still purposely hurt them for your own satisfaction.

Hopefully it's fixed by tomorrow. I procrastinated and have to finish tomorrow. It could still happen.

It's been a long time since I've been in the place you are, I have been there. And the part that felt the worst was feeling so alone and not wanting to hear how I just needed to get a hobby or some other dismissive advice. But it would probably be more surprising if people were more honest how alone you really aren't.

NOOOOO, bury it! What if it's haunted?

Exactly. Your hate for your ex-wife was more important than the life of your own child. Which means you thought of your child more as a possession than a living breathing being.

I got lucky and shopped with no warnings but I've had that happen in the past. Nothing like having to call your bank with a line of people behind you wanting to kill you.

It's always fun to have sex in all the rooms you did homework in.

And at least with sex you don't end up having to make apologies to the family the next day, usually. Drunken holiday parties always end in leftovers and tears. You just can't make a delicious sandwich with leftover pain.

It's not often you get to work "malfeasance" into a conversation but it's a thing of beauty when you can. Kudos to you.

When I'm done procrastinating in about an hour or two, I'm going shopping. I know I'll be one of the 10% since that's just how my life goes.

You know life's a wild crazy ride when you find yourself agreeing with Charlie Sheen.

My parents insisted on calling it a "rumpus room". It kind of left a bad mental image but sex is sex.

I guess it's hard to convince a homophobic person their idiocy and hatred is real when their vileness seems rational to them? Defending and supporting a person with a differing opinion does not make someone homophobic.

I think having sex in your childhood bed is the last form of rebellion before you finally have to live in adultworld. I remember how satisfying it was having sex on mine my first visit home after getting married. It was totally worth the painful leg cramps.

I knew it was coming but I still nearly crapped my pants. But Madonna confused me?

OHHHHHHHHHHH SNAP!!!!!!! I haven't watched it yet because I'm still trying to finish my Miranda marathon and EVERYONE should have to watch it with me. Plus, I can't watch any show unless I have at least half recorded so I can skip commercials.

I remember that sadness. Justin had said on Fallon's show Barry really liked the skit. I guess they feel it more respectful not to do it. But maybe sometime in the future?

Why? Damn, I was really wanting to see that. I love talking about politics and crazy gold medallions.

I wish my dogs were this cool They love everything and everyone and just lick all of it.