What, exactly, does this crazy lady expect me to do at work all day instead?

Wow, western Mass. is kicking ass and taking names on that list. Yay women's colleges!

@SomeAuthorGirl: Unless the boobs are too big and block the sun so the grass is brown.

An hour of teasing? Hasn't this lady ever heard of Bumpits?

Can't we just find some way to get Jimena to change its course northward and kill two birds with one stone? Get on it, science!

I think I've seen this show before. Except back then it was called Ziskind House, Northampton.

@wordinedgewise: Reason #1 I will never live in the southwest. I heard way back when I was a young 'un that people there have to look in their shoes every single time they put them on in order to avoid being stung by scorpions.

@boobookitteh: Haaaaaaaaaaaa. Such an insightful child you were.

@Little Green Frog (Wise Latina): Massachusetts is also the state that invented gerrymandering. We have a history of this shit.

@boobookitteh: I can state for a fact that my parents, Western MA Repubs (not like actual GOP), loathe him.

And my poor little MA is left with a senior Senator that has the personality of a thumbtack...

@TheFormerJuneBronson: Also the Volleyball Hall of Fame!

@BytheSea: A woman's vageen is for her husband only. Duh.

I have no idea what bunny-hugging is but it sounds awesome. Sign me up for Flapperhood.

Hardly any luxury ads? Have you seen how much Crystal Light costs these days?

@prestocaro fears the culling: For some reason there was always one super fantastic ending for which I could not find the correct route. It's like they put in a wholly unconnected happy ending just to mess with the cheaters.

Could they develop a book, just one book, where I don't die instantly? I suck terribly (if such a thing is possible) at CYOA.

Hah. My parents were like, "you have a car- take yourself to college." Although when graduation came (along with all my accumulated shit) it was a family affair since my mom can pack a trunk like nobody's business and my dad drives a pick-up.

I don't need an old journal to know what I was doing Nov 15, 1999. I was drunk. And Nov. 15th this year? I'll be drunk again! In fact, it'll be my 30th and I could really use some suggestions on how to throw down.

I had a mouse that looked like that once. We thought he had a tumor. It turned out he was super constipated from pounding too many Cheerios and we had to feed him mineral oil for a week to get him to crap back down to normal size.