Jesus Christ, the fucking word salad.

p.s. looking forward to gleefully dismissing any motherfucker who decides now would be a good time to gloat/lecture me for several paragraphs about why Hillary Clinton is worse than Satan/make fun of me for being sad. today is not the day y’all.

Yes. I mean, I was already crying, but then it became ugly-crying.

You think the rest of the world isn’t gutted by this? Aside from Russia and North Korea, of course.

Well what do you know. Turns out I did have some tears left.

Watching the video, I think she was close to tears herself, you could hear the lump in her throat and see the tears pricking her eyes towards the end and when she turned to the audience. She did an amazing job of keeping it together in my opinion, having impersonated Hillary for so long must add an extra layer of…

This is the section of the song that killed me:

I saw the video on Twitter this morning and cried. This week has been like a punch in the gut. Since Tuesday night, when I posted on FB that I had voted for Hillary, there are people at work who I thought were reasonable that are now noticeably cooler towards me. I’ve had to deal with a family member being…

Canadians have heart that break too.

I’ll admit to only being familiar with the cover, and I was afraid they had written a new verse for the show. But that’s from the original? Wow, it seemed so poignant now that I thought it must have been written specifically for this moment.

It means a lot that she covered the often left out verses from the Cohen version instead of the more popular Buckley version. I was pleasantly surprised, especially since she wasn’t going for romantic with the song and instead facing defeat with grace.

I know Leonard Cohen passed away before the election was settled, but I shudder to think he knew the score and died of a broken heart.

I watched that clip of the “Hallelujah” open last night and bawled like a baby. Way too early to cry like that again right now.

Hoo boy life is never going to be quite real same after the last week

Yes. I did a ton of volunteering for local candidates but nothing for Hillary. I donated $100 towards the end, because I was feeling shitty for not doing anything, and here we are. FWIW, you can phone bank for an hour and only talk to two people, one of whom will usually tell you to fuck off. Same with…

Handwriting is not taught anymore. My high schooler doesn’t have a signature. My eighth grader’s scrawl looks like a muuuuuuuch younger child’s. This degree of penmanship is completely typical for an adolescent in 2016.

Edit: And also the attempting to conceal thing.

I’ve been arguing all week with my friends who voted for President-Elect Cheeto, and all I have to say is this: If you tell me you “will not tolerate racism, hate, harassment or violence,” but you voted for Trump, then you really aren’t being true to your word.

My best friend’s boyfriend believes all these racist homophobic hateful acts have been perpetrated by liberals to get attention. I would love to send him a living document like that.

THIS^ THIS^ THIS^

Jez should create a living document of all these stories. There are already hundreds and it’s been four days.