How had I forgotten about this site? I love this site.
Let’s face it, I’ve never been a big fan of PEOPLE. In general. I mean there are a handful of people I adore. But I’m 100% certain I liked PEOPLE a whole lot more before Facebook.
There’s a Love Addicts Anonymous??
For real, I can’t listen to Love Hurts without thinking of that episode of Millennium.
I learned a new phrase in my studies this weekend – vicarious victimization. Seems to apply to a whole lot of people these days.
Well, first of all no, not all serial killers are “white guys” …
I don’t generally consult Reddit for anything.
Anthony Kiedis has evolved to look like the creepy perv you catch beating off in the back of the adult movie theater.
I did not know that Cate Blanchett was Australian. I love her.
I keep accidentally hitting keyboard shortcuts that I don’t actually consciously know and my text is getting all bolded and italicized and wonked.
I don’t really have a response to that.
There’s only so much room in my brain for stupid.
Nope. Still don’t understand Palazzo Pants.
Yeah, that’s not really what Shiva is, dude.
I don’t have time for internet crazy.
Wow, first ever Chick-fil-A spam.
That was not nearly enough rain.
you didn’t see me i was falling apart
I love Cheddar Cheese Pretzel Combos. I’m not gonna lie.
I should have worn that white cardi today. It’s like I forgot I even owned it.
Man. Sometimes life just smacks you upside the head with how lucky you are.
I wish I was at the lake. I wish we lived on a lake. Not that I swim, really. Nothing like putting on a bathing suit to make you feel awful about yourself. I just like being near the water. It’s comforting. It’s zen.
My iPhone that isn’t a phone hit Nazareth and stopped shuffling. I think that’s kind of funny.
pizza pizza pizza
“people who are most at risk for the given risk factor” … This book is very poorly edited.
Scheduling this meeting has become an actual form of torture.
OK. I need more caffeine. Like right now.
I can’t take these open letters to people. They’re nothing more than an excuse to be bitchy and judgy and passive aggressively mean while masquerading as ‘I’m really just trying to HELP you by telling you this.’ Just stop. No one cares.
I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not very good with people.
Yeah, I’ve neglected you all afternoon. Sorry bout that.
Gosh that peppermint smells nice though.
Oh shit. I forgot I have that meeting tomorrow night. Damn.
You could tell a whole story that way. One little paragraph at a time. What a lovely thing that would be.
No. Nope. No to Taylor Swift and Tom Hiddleston. That just does not work for me.
I think the world would be a happier place if we just randomly mailed each other books. I randomly mail people books for fun. But I mean randomly mail someone a book that really meant something to you. Just because. Maybe it’s just me. I’d love that. I’d love to just randomly, periodically get a book from someone just because they loved the book and thought “I need to share this with my Jen.”
“I actually don’t spend much time at the DMV, because I go to the kiosk.”
“We don’t have a DMV, you don’t spend any time there.”
Maintaining radio silence is awful hard when there is just so. much. dumb.
“Gerb. Gerd. What’s his name?”
“Gersh. They terk our jerbs!”
OK. I’m done talking to you two now.
Orlando Jones?! No. That just doesn’t seem right. Who is he playing? Oh Mr. Nancy. Ok Maybe. Maybe I can see that.
I’m conflicted about Gillian Anderson though. I hope she doesn’t play the role with that God awful fake British accent.
I’m conflicted about a lot of things these days, chickens.