If I could be guaranteed to have a child that adorable and hilarious, I might consider procreating. What a little sweetie!

I like her Susan Powter haircut, though.

I’m so glad Katy is doing more substantive music now. Like this kind of gross, ham-fisted oral sex metaphor one. 🙄

My other leftie interpreter friends and I have had that talk and basically just decided it’s impossible and none of us could be paid enough to do it. Which is undoubtedly shitty of us, because access is so immensely important, but I’d stroke out.

All I know is that I’m a sign language interpreter, and when he came to town, he didn’t even put in a request for an interpreter, which is really odd. Typically, the president will have one, even if there are no confirmed deaf people there. Clearly he dgaf about accessibility.

This song does nothing for me, and I’m very concerned that she’s wearing that huge engagement ring at the beach.

I don’t know anything about DJ Khalid other than that his soy milk commercial overstimulates me.

It took me a minute to realize you didn’t mean accidental cake...

I have a new personal goal to have 45 shit talk me on Twitter, by name.

Happy birthday, sweet baby! Please kiss her cheeks bunches.

What the motherfucking hell? Holy shit, United Airlines.

Ooooh, sick burn, Bannon! 🙄

I know that there isn’t a finite amount of caring to be had in the world or whatever, but I literally can’t make myself care about this one single iota. And I live in Nashville.

Oh god that makes me want to cry big, happy tears.

“Don’t conflate not saying anything with silence. It’s two different things!”

Niece Nash is a goddamn national treasure.

The voice they chose for him seemed so obviously not his own that it sort of took me out of the moment. I couldn’t stop thinking about how weird it was.

Sing, my little birdie! Sing!

I’m not a religious woman, but I’m praying for that to happen. Surely it’s only a matter of time!

My first car ever was a 1986 Saab 900 and I miss him dearly.