My son has a girlfriend.
That is all.
(Some of your replies to my posts lately have me thinking I should clarify something I don’t really want to talk about: Pablo moved back to...
I accidentally bought Oreos with birthday cake filling
life is hell
“Thank God for you, Joan Harris. Thank God.”
“You know what? Thank God for you too, Peggy. Yeah.”
“Oh. Don is having a deep moment. Time to get another drink.”
“CAT, STOP EATING MY PIZZA. CATS DON’T EVEN LIKE PIZZA.”
“Oh man Salvatore is gay oh man this is such a surprise it’s totally out of the blue oh man.”
“Nobody ever bangs me on the couch of a fancy Manahattan office! I hate men!”
“Jon Hamm in a white tee-shirt and high-waisted pants. I love men.”
“It’s amazing that we can even see January Jones through that plastic bag she can’t act her way out of.”
“Time to get fancy and break out the seven-dollar wine. Fuck you, three-dollar wine!”
“Why are these bras no longer in style? I want my boobs to be a threat to those around me.”