I had a very strong negative reaction to the first "celebrity" fragrances. Hey, I like Liz Taylor, but why do I want to smell like her? I've never bought one. The old standards are fine with me.

Hubby and I didn't even bother to elope. We just did a common law marriage, back when it was still an option. Didn't spend a dime. Twenty five years later, we're still married.

Another report I read said that the pregnancy was the result of rape. True?

I'll say it. I hate weddings. They're uncomfortable for the guests, stressful for the participants, over hyped and crazy expensive. And the photographs are just about as interesting as ads in Autoweek.

If the Biebs did it, it's no longer cool. Thanks Justin.

Interrupting a self-fellator is the perfect use of a Precious Moments figurine.

I'll admit, I let hubby do lines of coke on my breasts, but I've never considered putting that shit in my breasts.

Perhaps it was a glass laudanum bottle?

Your marketing does not empower me to work at home.

I have no idea who she is. I think that's a good thing.

We call ours the "idiot children." They are they only children we have, or want.

They can tell, just by looking, that you're a woman. And therefore a slut because "good" women don't use birth control. "Good" women willingly accept the non-stop "gift" of life that is forced on them and never have any health care needs.

Swoon. My day is a little brighter.

It's just the modern version of graffiti. And just as ugly.

I think I know that stretch of road. Rather desolate. It's a fitting end to a soulless douche.

I always thought "P.B." stood for Paddington Bear. Or, am I just being too literal?

I've become reluctant to read some posts where I think the basketball (nothing against the sport, but that's his user name) asshole is going to post really disturbing images. When I report them, he posts more in response.

I'm sorry. I'm just not willing to wear something called "Eau de GaGa." Come on folks, there's got to be a better name.

It's kind of hard to truly express my lack of give-a-fucks on this. I deeply do not give a rats ass if this horrible creature wants to be on a horrible show I don't watch.

I did not agonize. As soon as I thought I was pregnant, I knew what I was going to do. It was, really, an easy decision.