I’ve boycotted CNN since the day they hired Lewandowski, but I kept following Van because he seemed to be the voice of reason. I’m off the Van wagon. Thanks for kickstarting the normalization of the führer, bruh.

I am Carrie’s ugly crying baby.

Thank you Madeleine for not writing some version of the headline:

I filled it out as Busta Rhymes. I do not know why that name popped into my head.

I don’t normally watch shows like This Is Us (I’m an American Horror Story type of gal) but I love the show in all its cheesy glory. I cry EVERY TIME, but ultimately it’s very uplifting. Sue me.

And yet titillated by the hint of Trudeau’s socks I can see.

I’m getting there. Weekend drinking at home at an all-time high.

I had to look up the word too, oy vey!

At least it gave us this.

Ha, true. Gray + coloring over it makes for super dry hair. I spend a shit ton on products nowadays.

(Much to my dismay as well I should add.)

I’d gotten slightly less anxious about it lately, then last night I heard the words “Barack Obama farewell speech” and my stomach lurched.

“Build a fence” really doesn’t pack the same punch.

I worked at an ad agency and a chick I worked with came to the Christmas party wrapped only in a garland. She was so batshit crazy. She ended up on a reality show called “She’s Got the Look” and had an epic meltdown that became semi famous. (She ripped her shirt off in front of judges and started babbling.)

Ha, sorry... no it was for the person who said they blame white women for Trump. Derp. Coffeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Yeah, I think they spelled Tiffany wrong.

#notallwhitewomen

Some small, sadistic part of me wants to watch the world burn down right now. Fine, I’m ready to go.

It’s pronounced “Gi-na.”

I’m not your friend, buddy.