Again:

I found a picture of it! Notice the Payless Dyeables shoes.

I graduated in 1999 but thanks to being goth, I think my look is timeless :-) I wish I could still fit into this dress, it was awesome and came from a store called Religious Sex.

I went the spaghetti strap route for my 1994 prom dress. Not pictured are my black satin opera-length gloves because that was the absolute height of sophistication and a MUST HAVE.

All the cool girls were wearing those skinny sequinned gowns. Me? I wore a dress I amateurly sewed myself. Plain satin, laced up the back with a big chiffon ribbon. I even sewed my date a matching vest and tie out of my leftover material. I was awesome!

I feel like this buries the best part of the beef, where a Drumpf supporter called John Legend uneducated (because of course) and he responded, “actually the Donald and I graduated from the same university”. Daaaaaamn. You couldn’t plan for a more perfect burn.

I’ve been to a 12 step based in patient rehab program and have been required to continue to partake in the program as a condition of my probation, so I’ve seen a lot of others in the program and seen how they’ve been affected in addition to my own experiences. I’ve seen a lot of people succeed in the program, often…

Ok! I wasn’t involved in that war. I don’t know personally know anyone who was involved either. Do you?

tl;dr W. T. F. is with people’s obsession with the curative powers of ONIONS?!

In their Facebook rant they list all the misfortunes that have happened to them, the latest being their car engine exploded. Props to the FB commenter who suggested they try to fix it with apple cider vinegar.

Even if he has one, it doesn’t seem to be doing her much good anymore.

I keep books that I am aware I will not read again, because I like to look at them and think about them, and try to persuade other people to read them. They represent me and my interests and good memories or remind me of values I hold. Seriously. I go to other people’s houses and pay close attention to their books and…

Why am I suddenly reminded of my old neighborhood pet store with the cheerful Asian proprietor who used to teasingly tell customers who’d bought pets there, “Remember- you not like it, you can always eat it!”?

can’t wait until someone tells her that she, too, will die like everyone else

Reason I left my ex husband was because a friend came forward like that. I believed her, and thanked her, asked for the divorce the next day, began hearing from a deluge of other friends he'd done it to them too, and went back to that first friend and thanked her again.

First off, I will preface this by saying this story KILLS as an icebreaker at parties. If you want to steal it and use it as your own, go for it.

So true. This photo ran as part of a post in Hollywood Reporter today; it was taken by the photographer Terry O’Neill, and here’s what he had to say about it:

“Women’s rights became important to me after I had a daughter.”

You get it. This is part of what I call the “chronic disease personality”, and I saw a lot of it as a nurse over the years. I have a hard time describing it, but it’s not just someone who’s coping with a chronic disease and feeling crappy. Not everyone who has a chronic disease is this way, but I’ve sure seen my share…