“Alpha Omega Ward” canNOT be a real name. Amazing.

I’m going to ignore some of the other cringeworthy tales and focus on this: “Vesta Ludington stepped forward with her beau Alpha Omega Ward.”

I hold shit like that all the time. Bags, papers, CD cases, my phone.

I can’t use the ring finger cause it’s not strong enough. I can’t use the pointer cause the top/bottom weight ratio is off.

This man is scary. He has no remorse for the lives he ended and the damage he caused. He is a terrorist.

Robert Lewis Dear, the man who killed three and wounded nine at a Planned Parenthood clinic in November 2015, showed no remorse for the murders. Dear described in detail his decision to purchase an AK-47 and drive to the clinic whose address he found in the phone book.

If I got stuck on the spider part I would’ve flipped out.

Her pink nose is highly boopable.

LOL... this reminds me of a little story from the way back when. A friend of my mom’s used to live next to an opera singer, whose name I can’t remember now, but you would recognize it even if you’ve never listened to opera. She said, “You know, you’d think it’s going to be amazing, getting to hear her every day, and…

what the ever loving fuck is up with this pro duckie bullshit? Is it your contention that every nice guy that wants you gets to have you? The sheer strength of his desire trumps her wants? Fuck off with that Stockholm nonsense

I went to elementary school with Molly. She used to sing “Tomorrow” from Annie on the bus every day. She had a good voice but after about a week of it I was ready to throw my lunchbox at her head.

Oh yay I was hoping we’d get an Emily pic! She gives goood judgy-face.

He needs to see a professional therapist. I've been though similar with my hubby. Be supportive, but there's only so much you can do without a psychology degree. It's a slow road to recovery, but therapy can work miracles.

Is he seeing a therapist? This honestly sounds like the kind of situation where therapy would be beneficial.

My first day off in twelve days is tomorrow. Emily is happy to celebrate by sitting in the window and judging me.

You guys. 2016 so far. Oof. Should I take up boxing, because it feels like the hits keep on coming. And coming. Mostly to the things I accomplished and was super proud of in 2015. Employment opportunities, boy, health. It’s just...yikes.

My aunt’s cancer numbers are very good. Her tumors are responding and shrunk. She was to she had to more exercise so she got a Fitbit to encourage her to walk. She's happy with her news.

I told several people here at some point that I would report when I went to see Hamilton. Well, tonight’s the night. I’m actually just finishing a beer a few blocks from the theatre but on my way in like 5 minutes. Center orchestra tickets! I’m terrified it can never live up to my expectations. Also, I desperately…

The original show was bad. This isn’t worth watching for even nostalgia’s sake.

Oh my god. They need to stop for real. If I was an actor on this show in the 90s, and went on to become even remotely successful there is no way in hell I would want to be associated with this corny ass re-boot. I might hang with John Stamos & smoke with Bob Saget on occasion but that would be the extent of my…