Who are these people? And why are they SO unfashionable??

I have a female family member that is a firefighter with the National Forest Service (probably not the technical name, sorry!) and I swear, the harassment and abuse that she and ALL of the other women have to endure is enough to turn your stomach. I’ve often thought that her story—and others—would make an excellent…

There is literally nothing as bad as the costuming on Friends. Gilmore Girls look hip compared to the hideous shit they wore on that show—and often, left the tags in them, on the side seams, for everyone to see.

They cast her project. Not casted.

LA neighborhoods are the fucking worst. I have yet to live any where that the people on either side or behind me doesn’t just totally suck. Just bought in West Adams and I have bass thumping cars on one side and then a newly build pocket park behind me—it is never quiet. Ever.

Porntractor. Porn Tractor. So weird.

Was on the Nasty Gal site the other day and thought that I must have become an old because I absolutely hated most everything I saw. Glad to know that it isn’t just me!

Delta Sleep System by Dr. Jeffrey Thompson (not sure what kind of doctor tho) from iTunes has worked for me for years. I put it on repeat and I’m zonked out and it is awesome! Works great on flights too! It isn’t perfect, but it has greatly increased my ability to sleep at all.

Yes, kill Tyga.

What. In the fuck. Is that.

Miley, we get it. You are a BAD GIRL! You’re SO BAD.

Fellow Jezzies, I am about to murder three of my neighbors. They NEVER stop making noise. It is ALWAYS something—banda music, salsa music, fireworks, scream-singing into the middle of the night, their loud, bumping bass cars all hours of the day and night...I call the police, but I live in LA and on the weekends when…

BUT HE HAS TO MAKE THE POLISH. IT IS BEING DEMANDED OF HIM.

There was an actual script for that? After seeing it, I figured it was just a map of where the boat should go in the ocean.

a lot, not alot, asshole note giver.

I think I would have never spoken to my either of my parents again had I ever witnessed this.

I was snooping once, when I was maybe 8?, in my dad & stepmother’s room—this was in the midst of a very heated custody battle that my bio parents were having about my sibs and I and it had been “suggested” that I do this by my mother—and ran across an actual banana hammock. It was a banana, with a face, and some green…

And shit themselves! That has appeared in at least two of these comments! How drunk is that?

Or the overhead bin on a plane. Read about that one today too.

You really got those right!