I’m a proofreader, and I was just talking to my coworker about how we have days where even the easiest word looks wrong. It’s just typing and human error and the brain going haywire. My thing is cognition/comprehension. If you write like you don’t understand what you’re saying or reply like you didn’t assess what you…

Yeah... I get it, but I don’t see myself ever boycotting it. What am I supposed to watch? ^_^

LOL. I was listening to NPR on my drive in to work this morning, and they played some sound bites from his show last night. He’s an old man trying to relive what he thinks were his glory days and gets to sit on a stage and talk about it because enough people don’t actually care. They played a clip from a woman who…

Love Roxane. I saw her on a bookstore tour promotion for Hunger, and she’s every bit as no fucks as she sounds.

I hope Jane ignores her and lets her well-earned legacy speak for itself. The last thing we need more of these days is actually eating up the shit crazy people keep dishing out.

I’m officially sick of crazy people. I mean, can they please just stop being so fucking weird? If it’s not a meglomaniacal president it’s a house of horrors if it’s not a house of horrors it’s pointless monologues.

I can’t survive like this. It’s the same as having a messy space to me. Unreads/full inboxes of any kind make me feel disorganized, gross, and crazy.

I’ve been wondering how she’ll hold up with her “oops drunk sex anal me horny” humor in the #metoo tide. She’s been pretty silent on it all, I’ve noticed. Not that I’m hungry for her hot take.

Don’t watch Vice, don’t read Vice, don’t follow Vice, don’t download Vice. Stop making stupid shit famous.

Gonna echo the lifestyle of the rich and famous comments. It really hit me recently that THAT is their world. Take any celebrity and out them in our regular pedestrian life: no maid, bills, occupations beholden to mid-level management, taking public transit, etc. Whatever it may be, they don’t have to deal with it.…

So, here’s where I’m at: sex isn’t worth it. I don’t care if I die with a vibrator beside me. I just don’t give two fucks anymore. If any man wants to get in touch with me, trip over my feet while I’m curled up at home w my wine and my cat. I ain’t out here in these streets no more.

Christ almighty. Violation, perversion, selfishness, deceipt, let me grab my thesaurus ... I desperately hope the inner circle of hell on all of them.

Ugh this makes me physically sick. I live in a complex and have observed some odd parent/child behavior. This is making me severely regret never calling anyone. People move in and out frequently enough though that I shrug it off as “meh, new neighbors.”

Forward this message to these pastors.

Yeah I think they’re trying to go for a more “feel good” angle, especially with all the flashbacks to people protesting and the girls talking about Trump during the initial casting. They’re trying to bend a little bit more toward being socially conscious and inclusive (probably starting when Winnie was on in the past…

I already hate Liz, which is too bad because if she’d spend less time pretending to be drunk she could have a really chic Betsey Johnson appeal.

Yay!!

Aside: I truly love that there are so many different commenters here, and we can learn what the processes are actually like.

Dream life! I have been wondering what Kara was up to. I think I really started paying attention to Jez around the time she left. I was like, how’s a girl get that gig??? It gives me hope about not being “too late” either. Just do your thing and stay on the ready!

I took it as creating and image that demythologizes the “other side.” Like writers of shows we all know and enjoy aren’t bestowed with, like, MORE charm and MORE luck and MORE something the rest of us commoners can only dream of. She just met these guys and was like, “Hey... you could be, like, my roommate’s ex...…