Yeah, I think of that or moist cake.

Ew, ew, ew, to everything in that paragraph. I’m also confused as to where these Quaaludes are coming from? Did he stockpile them from the 70s?

Peaches and Eagles of Death Metal

Omg, Toby Keith. That Courtesy of the Red, White, & Blue song was like a parody bit you’d see on a sketch show...but he was 100% serious about it.

The Jump Street movies pleasantly surprised me with how funny they were!

Not Ready to Make Nice still give me fucking chills. I miss them.

Goddamnit y’all, I’m trying to quit sugar to lose weight and not get diabetes in the future and all that. ALL OF THIS POP TARTS TALK IS MAKING ME LOSE IT. I want nothing more than a lightly toasted, gooey double chocolate Pop Tart right now.

I ate pop tarts a lot in high school, but didn’t have my first toaster strudel until college. I was like “meh” when I bit into it. Double chocolate pop tarts forever.

Her voice is kickass, but most of her songs are kinda lackluster for me. :/

Totally. Jessie’s vocals give me goosebumps on that track. I don’t give a fuck.

Haha, I saw that. That person gets ungrayed all. the. time. too, and I will never understand it.

Lol, just read the exchange that led to the name change. Reminds me of the time a commenter attacked my nonexistent boner (I am a lady as well) for describing my OWN boobs (some bra talk convo, I believe I was talking about how I don’t dig padded/pushup bras because my boobs do not need to appear bigger under any…

I’m sorry you had to go through that. I’m glad the book could help though. Sometimes it feels (for me anyway) like reading a good novel is the closest we can come to feeling completely understood, complete kinship.

That was one depressing ass book. Marianne was so alone. :(

Well, 21 definitely is the time to be doing that so you can look back and be like “remember when we could do that?! holy hell!” :)

One of my greatest junior high moments was when a teacher was completely honest with me about that! Thank you for the warning, Mr. Sharp!

I do not remember much of that house party, save that we had to send someone home with her roommate after 45 minutes because she puked on our lawn, and she wasn’t the only one.

Grrrlll, you livin the life.

GRASS? Who is making these vodkas, Bertie Botts?

Haha it’s cool. I don’t know what time zone you’re in, but it’s the end of the long workday here so we’ll blame it on that. :)