Last gal's friend is just trying to relate. New mom probably won't shut up about the kids, and so the topic of "taking care of an inferior being" ends up being the only common ground.

Justin Beiber has a perfume? Awesome. I've always wanted to walk around smelling like gym socks and entitlement.

You take peanut sauce too seriously.

I once had someone order the soup du jour. When I brought it, she said (in the bitchiest tone ever), "Excuse me, I've had soup du jour and this is NOT it!"

We'd need to see them play a few games of Scrabble to be sure. I anticipate lots of three letter words.

I read about this yesterday, and despite all the awful things floating around on the internet right now, I won't deny that this made my day.

Rick Perry: too dumb to know he's too dumb to run for President again.

I mean, it's awful, but I get it. Not that they are the same, but I always think that if I were to ever develop Alzheimer's, I'd probably quietly off myself.

I think this again highlights what another post from last week was saying about how people just do not understand depression. He was not a 'coward', he was being crushed under a weight so heavy no one can even imagine it unless you have the misfortune to live through it. He couldn't go on anymore despite his fame,…

oh fuck, get in my fucking mouth right now.

We have a winner!

A few years ago, in my free-wheeling salad days, I spent a few months backpacking through China before travelling down into northern Pakistan to teach English for six months. It was such a great adventure. I spoke about ten words of Mandarin, but man, I had fun. I especially loved Xinjiang, in the far west of China,…

A friend of mine died. I was really sad. I was sitting outside missing her on a bench outside of work on a beautiful sunny day. A lovely orange butterfly landed on my knee and hung out there for several minutes. It cheered me up immensely, and flew away.

My story doesn't involve any exotic animals, but rather weird behaviour from a domestic one.

I usually jog late at night in the summer because it's too fucking hot to do it at any other time. My old route was in a secluded neighborhood near a forest, so a lot of trees, minimal lighting, and not a ton of cars.

that's depressing. I have been diagnosed with borderline personality disorder in the past. I hope my mind never gets that fucked up

A separate fund has already handled that... but enjoy your... errr.... "sunny" disposition

This was beautiful, and so true. I remember the shame I felt that I wasn't measuring up—not just socially, but academically. I was paralyzed with fear of...everything. I guess, I was so afraid of failure that I was afraid to even try. I just felt so worthless. I wish I could say that things have changed substantially,…

My wife and I have had a handful of serious arguments, and almost all of them have involved driving. :-P