I have a new favorite photographer for my list.
No, actually, everything is not awesome.
Shrowl should not be a word.
Voting about what to do with other people’s money is a terrible life lesson. Probably in the top ten, in fact, as far as I’m concerned.
Women who lie about being victims of sexual assault are just as repugnant as rapists. Lying about something this horrific not only ruins the lives of those who are falsely accused, it does incalculable damage to the credibility of actual victims of assault. Not to mention the fact that your actions are truly offensive to actual sexual assault victims, in that you effectively belittle what these men and women (yes, men too) have lived through. You are disgusting, treacherous scum.
How do I keep being so busy on Wednesdays? Don’t these people know I have readers? At least SIX of them.
It’s entirely possible that my ass has fallen asleep.
I look so cute today I’ve probably pissed someone off.
So. Much. Dumb.
I think the real story here is that you’re a misogynistic asshole but you only take it out on me because even though you think all women are beneath you, I’m the only one who’s title you perceive as non threatening. All of which also makes you a total moron.
It’s weird to see that attempt. Very weird.
An excellent, well researched, reasoned response to Rolling Stone and the problem with imagining a rape epidemic on college campuses.
I just don’t have the energy for this right now.
I’m sorry. Right now the fact that someone used all the ice in the freezer is actually more important to me than your problems. It just is.
Stupid listserv. I hate listservs. Why are they such a pain in the ass?
Ohhh! It’s time for Santa!
ow ow ow ow ow
No, really, that shouldn’t even be a pain anyone should feel ever.
I agree that it was profoundly uncool of Santa to take the jingle bells away, but I don’t think screaming is gonna bring them back.
Everybody loves #LittleJustinTimberlake. Everybody.
Closer and closer and closer. Not closer enough.
I don’t know why I’m making these people cupcakes.
I’m going to be making cookies all damn weekend.
Look. I’m sorry. But as much as the Silver Vixen appeals to me, I am happy I used that dye in my stash. I just wasn’t ready to wait it out. If there were some kind of way to make my hair be all silver all at once, I’d be all over it, but there isn’t. So I’m dyeing. And you’ll just have to love me anyway.
I admire your perseverance with that book, but good God is it awful.
ooooh I talked to a millionaire on the phone once! It was my boyfriend Adam S. Baldwin.
Don’t forget I have a donation button. Also you could totally just buy something awesome from my Etsy …
My yarn cutter has disappeared off the face of the earth and Miss W has destroyed my good scissors. It’s a knitter’s hell.
“Nearly 45 percent of Michigan residents now live in counties at risk of disease outbreaks, according to an MLive analysis of state data.” Way to go, Michiganders. Brilliant. So much for the herd immunity.
Don’t lick the refrigerator, son.