I think he has better things to do than whisper me off the tennis court on a Saturday morning, no?

I am also perpetually stuck between goosebumps and sweating balls, and the jacker on the shoulders is usually an adequate compromise.

Creepy AND weird.

I’ve always loved freckles. I have approximately 13 freckles (roughly, I didn’t actually count them) and I’ve always been a little sad that they’re not darker or more plentiful.

I sure hope we decided to bar French and Belgium citizens from coming to America too, since that is where two of the masterminds were from.

I was at a party last night and a couple drunk people started saying some pretty terrible things about the Paris attacks. Turning off my hearing would’ve been an excellent option in the moment. Instead I just got up and walked away.

Definitely not.

Turns out that tweet was an older one, from January 7th. Which was the day of the Charlie Hebdo attack, so still horrible and relevant, but not as relevant as assumed. Regardless, Trump is a terrible human.

Exactly. I doubt anyone was like “what? a bomb? WHATEVER let’s play ball!”

I assumed tackiness went with the racist territory.

It feels intentional

I love surprises! Except this surprise. I never want to be surprised with labor. Nope.

Brown hair is also okay as long as it’s straight, white girl brown hair.

What makes me angry is that it’s barely November and we’re already arguing about Starbuck’s fucking holiday cups.

I was at a fundraiser this weekend raising money for a young woman recently diagnosed with breast cancer. She has a couple young kids, and we managed to raise a significant chunk of change (hopefully over $10k after all the bills are paid.) It’s a testament to both how amazingly generous people can be, and how…

You forgot to capitalize my title. I forgive you.

I would love to know what his response would’ve been if she had said “nope never been on a diet.”

Several of my politically active stoner friends in Ohio also voted against it.

I spent roughly a decade in restaurants and retail and I “accidentally” broke so, so many Christmas CDs.

They don’t want to dance, but they were all like “hell yeah, STEM!”?!?! Because something tells me no.