Has everyone forgotten that the actual Pulse shooter, Omar Mateen, had a history of domestic violence?! He abused his first wife to the point that she filed for divorce after only four months. It was so bad that he “often assaulted [his first wife] while she was sleeping, attacked her for simple things like not…

Donald calls it a “kazoo?”

Please stop letting this man use you guys for photo ops. Please stop.

Would sub to a PPV channel for that.

He did tweet about the significance of the holiday (whether or not he actually understands it is highly suspect):

If I had at least $4 million to spend on my wedding, I would do something additional with my hair...

we do have some things in common.

The whole thing is just bizarre. An incredibly thin-skinned, whiny, Ivy League, draft-dodging preppie who lives in a golden tower in Manhattan, who is LITERALLY afraid to get his hands dirty (he’s a well-known germophobe) is fucking beloved by blue-collar guys, who think he’s a macho tough guy.

I got to see the inside of some of Saddam Hussein’s old palaces when I was in Iraq. Then were not nearly that fucking gaudy.

It’s almost as great as the King of the Birthers getting upset about “fake news.”

His face is the colour of piss. His hair is the colour of piss. His home is the colour of piss.

Eventually, some how, some way, I do have faith that this despicable piece of failed humanity will be laid low by his own doing. And I cannot fucking wait. I will literally dance with joy.

Screen cap, copy, and print out his messages and any other correspondence. Hopefully you won’t need it but if it gets to a point where it needs to be addressed legally you will want that evidence.

AND THEN BLOCK BLOCK BLOCK everywhere and everything. You already told him you are not interested. He does not need or…

And because I really shouldn’t forget about my very first feline child, here’s a very intelligent looking Stupid Cat. She’s over a decade old and she hunts laundry while we’re sleeping.

Buster is trying his best to serve us as therapy doge, but he’s falling asleep on the job lately. It’s exhausting. He’s getting through on pillow piles, blanket piles and stealing our warmth.

BOSTONS!!!

I’m reading Donna Tartt’s The Secret History, on the recommendation of Tana French, whose own books I’ve been obsessed with lately.

Having a least favorite Kardashian is like having a least favorite STD.