Much like actual dick.

Eh. I seem to have forgotten all about dick. I don’t feel that my life is any the worse now that it is dick-free, but maybe that’s because I’ve spent so little time in the company of dick.

Yeah. The review that said it’s all dick jokes made me think “hey, I can go for some dick jokes.”

I think that his character might be the biggest reason (this season) that I wished we got more than thirteen episodes. It seemed like they just didn’t have time for him, what with all the Titus stuff going on.

I’m perfectly happy with my current ringtone. And I hadn’t planned on buying a new ringtone. But will I regret not buying this ringtone? I think I’ll buy it, to be safe.

Now are they going to release the re-edited version if Season 4 that we hear “works?”

It might come down to how his family feels. A lot of families want these deaths to be shouted from the rooftops so that others won’t experience their loss. And a lot of other families don’t.

If only the last season had been in her mind, I’d have thought “okay, that’s one way to go.” But telling us that the girls were both married to the wrong husband was ridiculous.

Last night I had a dream in which I met Kurt and Goldie on the street and all I could do was scream this at them.

An article on kinky vaginas that mentions neither the labrynthine vag of ducks nor the amount of rape in the waterfowl community?

I also thought about Encino Man, Buuuuuuuuuddy!

Background for this post: I was raped by a professor in my department but have not told anyone at work because I do not have it in me to deal with an investigation.

Yeah, this comment is just doofy and ill-thought-out. I don’t feel like anyone expected Andy Dwyer to get shit right

I buy lemonade from stands all the time. The kids are so cute and proud, even if the lemonade is absolute shit.

I’m finishing up myself dissertation right now and struggling with procrastination too. I JUST figured out today that even though min an extreme morning person for everything else in my life, I might definitely a a night person when it come to scientific writing.

I have had to work with this woman for five years and she has spread lies about me from day one. At least my complaints about her are fact-based!

Ugh. Yet another reason I’m glad not to have that whole “belief” thing in me.

That’s a rule? I can live without alcohol. I can live without sex. I cannot live without the right to talk shit about that bitch Megan from work.

I have horrible dreams on melatonin. Incredibly realistic and vivid dreams in which my loved ones die unexpectedly of routine illnesses (think one minute my brother is asking for some juice and the next minute we realize he’s just quietly died sleeping on the couch).

Ray Romano was so damn foxy on Parenthood.