That behavior was uncalled for.

Is that the actual cemetery in Portsmouth or just a stock photo? Because that's an awesome spooky cemetery.

3D nail art grosses me out. Looks like fungus.

Pants are the single worst thing about going to work.

For about a year after my father died, I trolled the comments of the American Bar Association Journal website. Life was unfair and I had a despicable need to inflict unfairness on others. I got banned twice and just created new handles.

LOL, I guess I feel about soul mates the way I do about the God(s) presented by organized religions as our various options: hey, anything's possible, but I highly fucking doubt this!

If I had a sibling, I'd suspect you were him/her.

I've never been in a serious, long-term relationship but my rule of thumb has been: if I'm unhappy more often than I'm happy, cut him loose.

The second to last time I made a date online, I had strong misgivings. I did NOT want to go. Said "you're never find someone if you don't put yourself out there!," sucked it up, put on my makeup, picked a pretty outfit and went.

Some philosophies/spiritual systems that embrace reincarnation define soul mate as a soul that is repeatedly part of your life, incarnation after incarnation. They could be your mother in one life, your husband in the next, best friend after that, etc. and so on. And you don't necessarily have just one.

I accept that I'm the common factor and am open to figuring out why. But when you say this aloud, people respond "well, there you go - you can't get a man because YOU HAVE LOW SELF ESTEEM."

I don't believe in soul mates, but in compatible people with similar values and life goals who are committed to making a relationship work.

Correspondingly, 73% of Americans engage in wishful thinking.

I was at work when it happened. I had to work. I'm still having nightmares about it.

The airlines themselves, as well. And FAA or whoever's to blame for sitting on the goddamn runway for an hour before you even get to leave.

This. I was just coming here to say this. Were I not a happy drunk, you would have seen my name in the news by now.

The one that bugs me is when a title is required* and they list Ms. and Mrs. but not Miss. I'm cool when there's just Ms., but if they're giving the self-identification option to married women, why not single women? I feel like I'm being told my civil status is shameful and should be concealed. So then I'll pick Dr.…

"Every Rose Has Its Thorn"

How Can You Possibly Love an Adult Who Eats Like a Toddler?

I had that happen with FedEx in 2006. I was new to social media at the time and it weirded me out that my random complaint about a driver not attempting delivery but claiming he did brought strangers to my blog defending this practice. And quite lamely.