Just as soon as domestic violence ends. Shouldn’t be long now.

As always, Burneko, beautifully written.

You know what the most GALLING part of this whole event is? That guy thinks he is TAKING PITY on me because, clearly, I had to read a book since I had no one who would come with me to said place and he is really just trying to be a nice guy.

Jesus, I wish I had a dime for every idiot who made that remark after 9/11. My husband survived—his co-workers did not—and people kept saying to us—Oh that must have been what God wanted.

I think that is a great suggestion.

Whatever you do, please do not approach the person looking like you yourself may burst into tears at any moment. (That’s ok if you know the dead person—but not if you are, like, the mourner’s boss.) I am barely holding it together as it is and watching you look stricken is not going to help.

Thank God someone finally said it. I hate the fall. I hate leaves, I hate them falling and I hate raking them, I hate all the pumpkin shit, I hate that it is getting colder and darker. I hate all of it.

It’s more accurate to say “the sugars,” as in “went to the doctor, my sugar messing with me.”

You have really good eyebrows.

I was always surprised that no one told me how FUNNY Georgette Heyer was. Some of her books are just as whack and well-written as P.G. Wodehouse—”Cotillion” comes to mind, which I still can’t read in public, because I snort.

I have a (now ex-) friend who behaved exactly like the character in Mark Etheridge’s story. Every. Single. Time. We. Went. Out. Always declined the first table we were taken to (‘They always show you to the worst table first.’), etc., etc. The fascinating thing was that she had been a server for many years. She was…

How does this asshole make that statement comport with Obama’s election?

All diet drinks are disgusting. I can’t stand any of those sweeteners—stevia, sucralose, aspartame. Nasty. Just drink water.

OK, I know this is obnoxious but I am posting it here anyway. I was with a friend and her (3 yo) daughter in our local diner. We had ordered and said daughter had made it pretty clear she was hungry—very hungry. About two minutes had passed when she yelled, ‘Is anyone going to bring me some fucking lunch?”

Now I am sad because Burneko is sad.

My aunt and her two oldest children had polio; they died and she was crippled for life. You are right, get the damn vaccine.

Does this mean the mayor working with the churches is a bad thing? If so, can you explain what course you think the mayor should be taking?

I have no idea what you meant. I can only access what you said and that is pretty much it.

So people shouldn’t post about anything, really, because there is some chance that reading it might make you feel bad because you don’t have whatever they have?

“which detailed a bit of he and his sister’s religious upbringing”