Cotillard is a gross 9/11 truther nutbag. I care less about the cheating than about his choice of partner. Yuck.

BD Wong.

I’ll just leave this here.

There is a movement in the media to stop using the word ‘mistress’ since there is no male equivalent and it reinforces traditional ideas about gender relationships. I’m usually not picky about things but it would be cool if Jez could be a leader in this area and simply referred to her as an alleged lover.

Home Depot on Black Friday. Every year they're on sale. Every year I add more to the shop. They're usually on sale Friday and Saturday so no rush to get them.

Home Depot on Black Friday. Every year they're on sale. Every year I add more to the shop. They're usually on sale…

You don’t seem to get that if you mat straight hair together, YOU HAVEN’T ACHIEVED LOCS. PERIOD. I don’t know why that’s so hard to understand. Black people didn’t have to “invent” locs, our hair can simply naturally grow like that, love.

I understand what you’re saying and I agree with you for the most part, but where I got annoyed was with the “life choices” phrase.

Yes, of course you can mat straight hair together. The result is not a loc, though.

Those are not locs. That is dirty, matted hair. People with African textured hair don’t have dirty, matted hair. They have locced hair. That you haven’t associated Black people with locced hair is odd to me, considering one must have African textured hair to have it loc, and locs are “dirty, disgusting,…

White people letting their dirty hair mat is not loccing it, though. Only hair with the texture to loc can do so.

of course there are infinitely better rums, but please let’s not be ridiculous about “life choices.”

I lived in a cramped triple my freshman year of college, but all three of us were really good about spreading out the shitty parts. I got by far the best of the three beds, (without demanding, without arguing,) but then I took the shittiest of the closets, because that is how you cooperate as an adult. 

That roommate was the shit. She was really good at finding free stuff - she managed to snag our mini fridge, both TVs, and even an window unit AC for free (we had to lug that giant window unit a mile across campus but WORRRTH IT). Plus various posters and other decorations.

I actually just texted Best Friend and told her I outed myself as the 80% shitty roommate. She told me I was stealing 30% of her fame.

I grew up in southern California*. The dude is strong with me, even 17 years after I left. But I understand your distaste. It’s become one of those things that I just accept about myself. I dude. I dude a lot.

I could hear slurping noises coming from her bed.

I lived with a wanna-be hippie chick my freshman year (1993, shut up) who had no concept of an inside voice and tried to dye her hair plaid. Yes. Plaid. She also got a sports scholarship but then couldn’t compete because she couldn’t score 700 (total) on the SATs. This was before they revamped the SATs to make…

I’m so petty. I’d do just that, then when she mentions her email, be like. . . what email? I never got your email. I’m comfortable where I am though. Thanks, girl!

Yeah, this is me. “My passive aggression knows no bounds, try ME.”

I would never have responded to her, got to school early, put my shit into the desk next to the window and been laying on the top bunk when that bitch opened the door.