Oh my god, that’s horrible.

Me too. I put on a fat silver ring one day. About an hour later, I took it off to find a fat ring of blisters around my finger.

And I suppose you’re a “producer” who “travels a lot internationally”?

And I have tiny little arms in a massive body.

The minute someone says their webcam is broken, run away.

I am an angry feminist who loves nothing more than to scream for equality until I need my tire changed or dinner paid for. Old-fashioned codes of chivalry are ok as fine as they benefit me!

I just squirt some gluten-free shampoo between a couple slices of bread and have a big ol’ gluten-free sandwich.

Essential oils cured my Morgellons. Well, that and Acai juice.

Perfect. Thank you.

Right. One of the chemtrails sites says “There is no natural weather anymore” - it’s all controlled by the government. Ah the hubris.

Here’s my argument: so the government wants to control our minds. They have to have a chemical strong enough to do that when a tiny droplet lands on your skin or when you breathe it in. But it can’t be so strong that it seriously harms you if you get 50 droplets. And then they spray this control agent over thousands…

I joined the neighborhood message board and it is full of this damned anti-science conspiracy chemtrail crap. Why are people so STOOOOPID?

Oh baby!

Pisses me off. These ass clowns all think there’s some 27-year-old former Victoria’s Secret model out there waiting for them. As if a 27-year-old would be interested in listening to their stories about the time they got backstage at the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

Not to make your list already longer than it is, but Zion National Park is awe-inspiring, and Oak Creek Canyon is pretty damned spectacular, too.

You are all me. I AM FATACUS!

Haha you don’t know my family. NASCAR is a religion, with gods and demons and warring factions, rituals, places of worship and symbols.

Eh, you could probably get the same reaction here in California. You just have to paint “God hates fags” or “Yoga is the work of the devil” instead.

Yes. At a local Thai restaurant, they call the dish “Four Friends.” I thank them for only serving the decent ones.

My bookshelf is now manageable. My music collection is down to a shoebox. I have even cleaned out the earthquake emergency box. Lots of food that had expired in 2012.