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Pfffft Lennon wasn’t a baby - he did what he wanted. He admired Ono as an artist and as a woman and as a human being, and he defended her fiercely as long as he was still alive. All you pencildick fanboys just resent her because you can’t stand the notion that Lennon loved someone else more than he loved you.

Imagining the place those lyrics must have come from brought tears to my eyes.

This is a good time to remember this.

That sounds like a train station/stop. “Gare du St. Ouest” Yeah, totally.

Thus guarantying that the child will be a holy terror.

I bet you she is more salty that two swanson dinners and a bowl of ramen.

I have a ten-month old and I’m now watching Sesame Street again for the first time in about 35 years. The exact same thing has occurred to me...when the fuck did this turn into “The Elmo Show”?

Just shrill red puppets.

Elmo did to Sesame Street what Urkel did to Family Matters. The show became all about Elmo. Where with Urkel it made the show better. Elmo turned Sesame Street into garbage.

The best part about giving birth is that you’re no longer pregnant afterwards. And the baby, of course, but in the first few post-partum days, I was so shell-shocked the fact that there was a baby and that he was mine felt very abstract. Not being pregnant, however, felt very real and very amazing. A friend visited me

Coldplay is playing the Super Bowl? They’ve only had like 2 hits! Not enough for a medley!

If I start having sex dreams about Dennis Hopper in Blue Velvet, or about Leland Palmer, I will really know I have issues.

lol no.

This is reading really privilege-y to me. There are some who have the privilege of accidental pregnancies being okay, or even welcomed. If that’s you, then don’t get an IUD. No one is making women get IUDs if they don’t want them.

“dribbles before he shoots”
oh fucking ew.

SO ESSITED TO ORDER MY CHRISTMAS GOOSE.

Maybe these kind of photos are a phase certain photographers have to go through, like writing bad poetry on Livejournal or Myspace or whatever.

This just doesn’t feel like a major award though.