Yeah, they’re a nut, but damn if I wasn’t thinking about how many people Trumpussy has murdered via his not giving a flying fuck for hurricane victims.

WE KNOW. HERE’S YOUR DAMN COOKIE.

OK. Now NO ONE GETS ANY ATTENTION. Happy?

Yeah, but “the men” includes men from ALL the races! White, black, brown...

Can I do anything about it, and do I believe she can physically do it? If not, then yes, it slides.

What did she drug him with? Is it still in his system? What was he wearing? He’s just trying to ruin her life.

“Bobby, Ronnie, Ricky...”

Yeah...there is! 

I’ve had hot flashes since 1987—they come with a vengence during the week before my period. Now I’m getting them ALL. THE. DAMN. TIME! Fuck this perimenopause shit! What use does it have?! GAH!!!!!

I don’t lionize him (any politician gets side-eye from me!) but damn if the whole country wasn’t held hostage by the Monica-gate BS. If he’d told her state secrets, or she was a Russian spy, then the long drawn out investigation would’ve been worth it. But BC being “Slick Willie” that you wouldn’t trust or touch with…

I remember that show (not many other people do, sadly!)—I can’t put my finger on why I felt Randall was at least bi since I was a little kid. It wasn’t the movies with Rock Hudson, because pfft! Rock was pretty goddamned “manly,” yet gay as a Liberace/Jim Nabors/Paul Lynde party with confetti thrown by Rip Taylor. I…

Meh. I’m 42 and haven’t had a girlfriend, so...

Wasn’t Tony Randall gay, though? For some reason I just didn’t get the “UGH! Sit your old ass down somewhere!” vibe from him, even though that whole “I’m 90 and have fathered a child” thing was a little...not believable. (At least according to my HS biology teacher--did he know something we didn’t?)

Meh. Mine would be the same. The only good store is a bookstore. RIP, Waldenbooks...

Huh. They HAVE! I was complaining about how there aren’t any “stereo stores” around anymore (I’m an old that went to stereo stores as a kid). Granted, I just bought a new turntable online, so I’m part of the problem...

This makes me wish there was a downtown in St. Louis. There used to be one...before I started school. In 1980. By the time Clinton was elected, it was a sad, sad place. (Pick a Clinton, either Clinton.)

I love that--it’s like “Motherfucker, there are 10 people here and 9 of them are significantly lighter than I. HOW DID YOU NOT REMEMBER ME?!”

Ross does not have clothes for normal people. I’ve bought one pair of shoes, a hairbrush, and some type of foot heel scraper thing. Meanwhile, I saw women with baskets (BASKETS!) full of clothing. My mother and I were convinced they were just grabbing shit (they would come out of the dressing room to ask for opinions…

I have the studio version, and it was used in a movie that I can’t remember the title of. Live versions of anything other than classical music and the Allman Brothers at Filmore East aren’t...great. Frampton, Argent, I love you, but damn! Y’alls live albums are kinda rough!

I find Russ Ballard’s original a bit more...groovy?