I’m an estate sale shopper, and one of the things I like about it, is that money != taste.

Anyone else surprised that the Hilton’s table doesn’t look, well...nicer? I mean, they have eleventy billion dollars and their dining room looks like that?

I’ve gotta say that I’m with Cocopop on this one. Christmas in _________. <— Fill in the blank with anything that is 100+ miles from home. Or just tell them that you are going to lovely, _______-filled _______, and stay in your peaceful home.

Thank you!

Christmas in Hawaii. I’m just sayin’. (((big hugs)))

Holy shitsnacks. That’s intense. I’m thankful that my parents aren’t your parents, because that is some f_cked-up stuff right there.

I am SO GLAD to be home! Gah my freaking family! My parents were there of course and my father had a cold/cough and maybe he shouldn’t have been there BUT my lying, manipulative, narcissistic witch of a mother I’m sure insisted they attend. Because she would never miss the opportunity to be horrible and demand…

I’ve spent the last three hours or so in a panic attack and am just getting over it. I couldn’t take my medicine because I had a glass of day-Sangria (AS IS MY RIGHT AS AN AMERICAN ON THANKSGIVING), and had to wait it out, and that’s how I ended up asleep on the bathroom floor.

When you got to the line, “I’ve been sober for over 8 months” every thing written before that exploded into irrelevance.

I’m pretty sure I’m never going to be in a relationship again and it’s starting to depress me. I also feel overall bleak about every aspect of my life. But yay, I’ve been sober for over 8 months. So I’m better. I guess.

We’re immigrants, so it’s just the 4 of us, 2 dogs, turkey breast, risotto, wine, and s’mores. I love it. If there was extended family around we’d fight, so I’m glad they’re one hemisphere away RN.

Happy Thanksgiving! In true holiday tradition, my family members got into a giant fight bringing up long-buried resentments, and now I’m the go-between. So that’s my holiday. How’s yours?

I grew up with a stuffed pheasant in my room. Last thing I looked at when I went asleep and first thing I saw when I woke up. A stuffed turkey doesn’t phase me.

Amy’s thankful for s’mores leftovers now:

AMMMMYYYY AND WILLLOOOWWWWWW

As posted elsewhere, Willow and Amy wish you a happy Thanksgiving. I’m drunk AF and making s’mores RN:

(Same logic goes for any woman who *wasn’t* groped on the set of Entourage.)

God help us if we lose Keanu.

From practically the first second I ever saw this man over a decade ago, I would’ve put my money on his behaving this way.

DUH. Jeremy Piven is never not sleazy. All the double negatives.