What do you think most of us do?

My brother's an RN and complains about this shit all the time. So if it helps, you aren't alone!

It didn't turn out all that well for the guy who was with Lincoln, though. He later went batshit insane and murdered his wife (who was also with him at Ford's Theater) a few years later.

Ah yes, I am personally responsible for every decision they make.

It is so fucking cute and I am absolutely enraged that I cannot yet buy a stuffed animal of it yet.

Be nice, this is way cuter than those creepy things.

I loved LA! I'm bummed I missed the farmer's market, because I just didn't have time, but I'll go again, I think. :)

The federal government style guide as of 2008 still used "Web site".

GIT OUTTA MAH OFFICE. *aims shotgun*

I actually kinda like Sugar Ray. Not enough to have any of their songs on my iPod, but I smile if one pops up on the variety radio station I listen to sometimes. I was 12 in 1997 and was confused as fuck about what was popular, for the most part, and listened almost exclusively to oldies and classic rock; I actively…

I watched RR! But I don't remember that catchphrase at all. I remember very little about specifics of television shows I watched as a kid, just more general aspects.

"That's my Daddio. Always peein' on people." —His grandma, presumably

I did, and it was actually fantastic. I had such a great time.

I have a date tomorrow with a cute girl and her black-lab guide dog who is named Vader.

That's so tacky I literally almost just clutched the necklace I'm wearing in horror. Who DOES that?

The real answer is that I made such an asshole out of myself in certain online fandoms in my late teens and early 20s that I got shut out of a lot of places based on my reputation, which was wholly deserved. And also because I was not popular growing up, owing to attending a small K-8 Catholic school where my mom also…

Not your fault. I'm just kind of running on fumes.

Highway fucking robbery. Even my culinary school texts were outrageously priced. I used to just order used copies from eBay the first day of class and let my culinary instructors know that I was waiting for my book in the mail. They universally approved of this practice.

I have cramps and I'm exhausted and a weepy mess so I think I'm just going to eat coleslaw out of the container in the fridge for lunch and call it a day.

I can't do this. I'm already too much of an emotional wreck to think about it more. I work in DC, so I'm boned anyway.