Well I approve of all of this, it’s delightful.

Soap and water! Easy peasy.

So, a member of the party of “pull yourself up by your bootstraps!” is wondering where all of her help and support is?

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Me, too. I went to one of the Revolution’s shows at First Avenue last September and spent some time walking around the fence at Paisley to look at the memorials that were still up. Wrecked me big time. So, yeah, now I’m saving up to do the mega three hour tour of Paisley, if they still offer that one by the time I…

The thought hits me at totally random times. Just this morning I was blow drying my hair and I suddenly stopped and said “Prince is dead.” It’s just not right.

I want my entire life to be painted this color.

This. This is why I left that group not too long after the election. It just became such a circle jerk of white ladies that I could not take it.

Yes.

Like, I’m not the most confident person in the world but I cannot fathom being soooooo insecure that I would literally need to see/hear/read praise about myself twice a day. That’s an insane level of insecurity right there.

I’ve recently lost 15 pounds and not once did I not eat ice cream. Real, honest to god ice cream. How did I do this magical act? Instead of a bowl I put ice cream in a ramekin and just had less ice cream and was still just as happy because I was eating real ice cream.

I suspect that only people that don’t have anxiety enjoy his films.

Yup. Because I Just got the impression from things she said on her podcast that she didn’t super love being pregnant and wasn’t super in love with the idea of doing it again, so...maybe that was her deflecting OR this statement is 100% bullshit.

I just love a simple line to make me giggle.

And the best way to avoid the spotlight and all the attention is your own show...

I’ve never read this book nor seen any adaptation of it. I have no idea how or why this is the case but here we are.

No mug should ever cost $60! Good lord.

I just look at them and think “man, it must be exhausting to live your life this way.” Planning out activities just for the photos to Instagram, the perfectly curated areas of the home, etc. Seems exhausting and no thanks.

Can we all just go back to being normal again? Or, like, am I being all rose colored glasses for the olden times when we were just a different type of face punch inducing weirdness?

Teach me your ways!