It's all sort of coming full circle, no?

Looking at Coco's body makes me unable to tell the difference between the verbs "to be" and "to do." I definitely want one of those things.

I was born here, grew up here, and still live here, and I totally agree with you. I think there are valid points to be made about how willingly the resources of this city will be poured into something like this while social services and community groups suffer, and that San Francisco definitely suffers from…

Right? I'm going to start needlepointing that TONIGHT.

I would like to concern troll Demi Lovato now please:

... madonna?

Acupuncture-treated sushi. Acupuncture-treated sushi. That phase gives my tongue the stabby feelings of biting into salmon with bones in it, or a sandwich from which I neglected to remove the toothpick.

The "what is there not to celebrate" line got me so deep. Punch to the gut; chin quiver; love.

Hot dog on a stick?

Backing you up.

I feel like the phrase "wore jorts, bought legos" should be the official slogan of normcore.

I just spent entirely too much time trying to lip read what that woman behind Posh was saying. All I got was the last section looks like she's saying "the Porche at home, and ... Yeah!"

Human husband and vampire wife sit at opposite ends of a long dining room table. The husband gently lays down his water glass. "You can't seriously still be mad at me about this."

Ah yes. Clarissa. I've met Clarissa.

I also like how you tagged this post "Spooky Scary."

GodDAMN IT! Those dead animal carcasses aren't the treats we talked about you leaving for me! This is EXACTLY the shit I did NOT want to happen. Were you even LISTENING to me???

But wait - how did your mom know what was going to happen? Did she know that he appeared to family members to warn them of imminent danger? Or was he a bad ghost who was making the pick ax fall and your mom thwarted the attempt??? Also: "beer broccoli farts" is about the grossest 3-word assemblage I've encountered…

I have very strong feelings about things.

NOOOOOO!!!

After this past Halloween's scary story extravaganza on Jez, I was so sucked in that I insisted that my husband sit down and negotiate with me, in all seriousness, the ways in which we are, and are NOT, allowed to haunt one another when one of us dies.