Minus Jackie O and a Chekhovian gun. (As far as we know.)

This is basically the plot of House of Yes, no?

How painful that you couldn’t be there at the end. But your writing is wonderful. Give yourself some downtime; it takes the pain a long time to lose its sharp edge, but it really never goes away.

I have often said, when the time comes for my pets and others’ to leave us, that the only consolation is that life gets so much easier. It doesn’t make us miss them less, or have loved them less. I understand the relief. They enrich our lives while they’re with us, and they free us when they leave us. It’s possible to…

Over Galentines Day brunch on Saturdays, my friends and I were discussing that if given the choice between having a body like Giselle and never eating anything delicious again, we would choose pizza every time.

Don't forget about how he felt about women and their proper place in the church.

Yeezy, Paul was a divisive figure and the father of homophobia, anti-semitism (through preaching what became supercessionism) and wildfire misogyny. We should not be celebrating him.

And for people who are too young, she faced a firestorm for having come out; people demanded she be fired, certain radio hosts called her “Ellen Degenerate” and considered themselves fiendishly clever, and she was basically shunned by craven networks who feared losing their audiences.

That right there is why you derve a $5000 purse.

voted twice. i am a modern woman. i contain multitudes. i cannot be defined by only one of the game’s hashtags.

I’ve got to go with #DoesHeLickItFromTheFrontToTheBack. Cuz I just can’t deal with another UTI right now.

I can’t stop laughing while reading that damn list

NO SMILE
NO WHISPER
NO SING
ONLY ZUUL

Habitat for Huge Manatees.

The Puritan Backroom is also the name of my Salem Witch Hunt-themed gay sex dungeon.

I do, too, but I think I’m just going to start biting. Either they move or i go to jail. Win/win.

In a similar but unrelated note, I now bump into men who walk right into my path instead of moving to the side as we pass on narrow sidewalks.

Post-wine texted this to the ex-husband who keeps contacting me

The name and the fact that she keeps it in her car...I want to meet her. And I feel like I probably would get to if I ever happened across the car. Much to my embarrassment, I once called 911 to rescue a blow-up doll that I mistook for a battered woman trapped in a sedan in a mall parking lot. (She was ok)