Even if you were paying for my birth control it's still a lot cheaper than what I'm paying for your rabid idiocy.

Kelly Rowland continues to be my favourite.

Okay. :)

So I guess that little slash fic I wrote all those years ago about Dr. Beverly Crusher and Major Kira Nerys will not find a home on Amazon and will live only in the hearts and minds of the 5 people who've read it.

I put my Chihuahua, Herbie, in a wee sweatshirt once (1. because it made his colouring pop and 2. because it was NYC in the winter) and he still hasn't forgiven me. If he sees the sweatshirt or something he thinks looks like the sweatshirt he gives me the most impressive stank-eye.

I hear you.

I only refer to myself as "grown" when I am preparing to throw or am in the middle of throwing a tantrum.

#JustSaying

I get that there is a smart way to respond to this but my initial (and now public) response was, "I don't blame her. If I could play a fictionalized version of myself (and get paid for it) I would ONLY cast it with my dream crushes." And as a black gay lady, I'd probably be pissing someone off somewhere for my…

I wonder if she had to stay in the Heartbreak Hotel while waiting for her connecting flight.

There's no doubt in my mind either that this is not terrorism because the targets are brown.

I wonder what would happen if I gave an Oreo to Buster Bluth.

Oooo. I've done the non-profit thing. I was not a good fit ('course [for profit] insurance and legal-assistanting was also not a good fit). Now I work at an independent HS which seems to be a good bridge between the two.

I just went back to school (to complete my BA) and decided to major in Philosophy. When I discovered that I actually love Philosophy and that I wanted to marry it, or at least PhD it, I told my mother and she said, "That's only less disastrous a choice than theatre which is what you chose last time."

My parents were huge Gladys Knight (and the Pips) fans so I was really close to being a Gladys.

It would never occur to me to seek out a fella to open a bottle for me. My first thought would be, "Oh, the seal is really tight, I need to get a knife to cut the seal," not "Must find (and marry) man hands."

All I heard was Agent Dana Scully wants me to follow her somewhere.

I am extremely excited about this.

Honestly the only thing I heard was the roar of Snoop's greying mane. Am I the only one who thought, "Shit, Snoop is aging, man! Wait a minute DOES THAT MEAN I AM AGING TOO!?!"

My woman is down (for an intervention).

I totally noticed. I was a huge Sookie fan!