And men keep knocking up Rachel Dolezal. What’s your point?

Please, please let Cat Marnell forward with some dirt on him from their roommate days. It will be the perfect shitshow.

I’m thinking Mr. Markle won’t be attending the wedding due to shamelessly monetizing his relationship to his daughter health problems.

But did she? This kinda feels like a shitty relative cashing in.

So her dad is pretty clearly taking money for staged pap photos, no?

hahahaha.

Watching it on Netflix?

...I’m not going to arrange my schedule or buy cable to save a fucking tv show. I liked it but it’s not some noble effort to religiously watch television. 

You assume wrong, bozo.

Stretching.

Marchesa is black tie ice dancer. It’s sexed-up Indiana prom queen. It’s people who name their daughter “Lakynn.”

Bought a letterman jacket-style sweater with tigers on the chest thinking “this sweater is fucking insane, but it looks like something Gina Linetti would wear, and I could use some of that attitude in my life right now.”

Have never gotten so many compliments on a fucking cardigan in my life.

I’m going to argue that this is the show America needs.

OT but FKA twigs is so pretty it hurts me.

Update:
Two peanut butter sandwiches and 8 hours of sleep later, I take it back.

I’m stoned and I thought it was brilliant.

HE also recently admitted that in 30 years he hasn’t been sober for more than a week in 30 years.

I would hate fuck you Ernest Hemingway though. It’s my weird thing.

Bukowski.