This is a fantastic article.
Secret Rag-and-Feather Whore
Aw, how sweet!
Wow. This is some remarkably poor taste.
That makes me sad. And tired.
Gah. Whoever thought midseason breaks were a good idea is a jerkface.
“You always have a way of somehow being really helpful but also making me feel like a complete idiot at the same time.”
Interesting. I love that movie.
She always has this look on her face like she thinks someone’s about to give her a really good present. Sort of hopeful, yet terrified.
I’m not that Jennifer.
Hopeless Snow Kisser
“But we met you hÐµre about a month ago. I dont make no such claims. ThÐµre were magazines on a table.”
Al Jourgensen used to be hot. Now he’s just kind of … I don’t even know the word I’m looking for.
Every single time someone says Uri Geller, I get this stuck in my head.
These people are constantly exchanging freshman and freshmen. It drives me crazy.
Is there anything NOT to like about Patrick Stewart??
Wow, I didn’t even know that was a word.
Open-Hearted Mirror Guest
Kevin D. Williamson always makes me chuckle.
I always feel weird using the word chuckle. It seems like such a fat middle aged balding man word.
Who the hell is Columbus Short?
I dunno. Sometimes I type kik instead of lol. It’s probably the universe’s way of saying “Stop using lol.”
I’m stuck on song repeat mode, but I’ve been sharing too much country lately.
I maintain that fashion is the longest running practical joke in the world.
Four-in-the-Morning Tea-and-Orange Killer
I’m a little George Clooney’s weddinged out, thanks. Are we taking bets on how long the marriage will last yet? I mean they haven’t even been dating a year, and he was all I’M NEVER GETTING MARRIED HA HA. I dunno. Call me a cynic, but I don’t put a lot of faith in this one working out.
I’m tired of clickbait. What happened next will BLOW YOU AWAY. THEY DID THE UNTHINKABLE. You won’t believe what HAPPENED NEXT. blah blah blah. It’s cheap and tawdry.
It looks just like NetFlix.
I am not a number!!!!!
ARRRRGghhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Stop. Talking. Stop. Talking. Stop. Talking. STOP. TALKING.
Oh my God. You cannot be serious with this.
This is not my job. This is not my job. This is not my job.
I look cute in a Britishish sort of way today.
Oh so now we’re like BFFs or something. Weird.
This is a bonfire, snuggly sweater, hard cider, corduroy skirt kind of day.
Wow. Yes. This is pretty right on.
Drunken Banana Gypsy
Aaaand that’s what happens when you Google “Velma’s socks.”
your hands are cold
Karma Chameleon came on and it short circuited my brain.
Unknowing Stranger Saint
“I don’t know how to make copies of printed things!”
no i don’t
Not all the songs today are country though. So there.
I feel jittery. I don’t know why. I should probably eat a Pop Tart. Probably.
What a metaphor.
Wounded Peacock Sailor
Oh my God. I’m so glad I bought this baby backpack.
Thumbs up to you!
‘I don’t trust people who say “I like to think of myself”.’
I have to go check the status of the item in the dryer.