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Dear holiday depression...

Dear holiday depression,
I never know when you'll arrive at my door
arms full of brightly-wrapped regret and
fresh-baked taking-stock.
But there you are.
How was the traffic?
Sure, you can sleep on the sofa for a few days.
But do some dishes, okay?
And please pick up the wrappers
from the thought spirals
you eat all night, reality shows droning.
Oh no! Not you, never you -- my comment wasn't directed towards you at all, but this;yeah probably stella. You'd know wouldnt you.
I bet it's all YOUR fault, too.Has anyone ever met a "Really Nice Guy" who whines about being single ALL THE TIME and then suddenly, he shows his true colors and you're like...Oh.
THAT's why you can't get a girlfriend. You're actually an asshole!
Yeah. That JUST happened to me.![]()
Has anyone ever met a "Really Nice Guy" who whines about being single ALL THE TIME and then suddenly, he shows his true colors and you're like...Oh.
THAT's why you can't get a girlfriend. You're actually an asshole!
Yeah. That JUST happened to me.![]()
Have you ever met a girl who's a cunt and couldn't take a complete and OBVIOUS joke?
Oh yes, all of you have. And NONE of you like her. Because she's a bitch.
I bet it's all YOUR fault, too.![]()
I bet it's all YOUR fault, too.![]()
Have you ever met a girl who's a cunt and couldn't take a complete and OBVIOUS joke?
Oh yes, all of you have. And NONE of you like her. Because she's a bitch.
Welp...that sure helped your cause.
Right on schedule, my dear Stella. You call them better than an umpire.
Yeah but -- wow, I wasn't expecting the instant replay!Welp...that sure helped your cause.
Right on schedule, my dear Stella. You call them better than an umpire.
Yeah but -- wow, I wasn't expecting the instant replay!![]()
Before the evening begins, I would like to remind people; Do not use your inebriation as an excuse to talk shit to your designated driver. She has your keys.

meh, we coexist ok i guess. a smidgeon of fellow geekdom helps.
none of your business though.

Steeeeerike Three! or is it four?
maybe it's one thousand five hundred fifty seven? (his current post count)

Before the evening begins, I would like to remind people; Do not use your inebriation as an excuse to talk shit to your designated driver. She has your keys.
it's kinda cool though, because the corollary is coming into season.SCHWEET!
thats my new excuse for not posting so much then.
as opposed to just "being out of season" which has always seemed kinda wierd.
I'm sorry, murder is still illegal around here.She has your keys and will use them to run over you with your own car if you piss her off badly enough.
Oh, wait. Maybe that's just me....
I'm sorry, murder is still illegal around here.
I mean-- really, I am sorry!

Nope.Have you ever met a girl who's a cunt and couldn't take a complete and OBVIOUS joke?
And if, by chance, you're referring to the person whose post you quoted, you're absolutely wrong, because I not only *like* her, I freakin' adore her, because she's one of the coolest, most loving, and happiest nerd queens I've ever had the pleasure of running across.Oh yes, all of you have. And NONE of you like her. Because she's a bitch.
Nope.
And if, by chance, you're referring to the person whose post you quoted, you're absolutely wrong, because I not only *like* her, I freakin' adore her, because she's one of the coolest, most loving, and happiest nerd queens I've ever had the pleasure of running across.

