But what if I want tacos on Thursdays?
05.03.2026 23:16
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But what if I want tacos on Thursdays?
I hate working out. I love having worked out.
If I understood what actually happens on Industry, I would wonder if this was the plot of the latest season of Industry.
Beau Willimon making a GOT movie is peak WB trying to make it 2013 again with science and/or magic. www.thewrap.com/creative-con...
Broppers? Hopide?
A prestige TV character named Whitney who doesn’t suck challenge. #industry
A prestige TV character named Whitney who doesn’t suck challenge. #industry
eric rob traitors
gaston lefou beauty and the beast
If Traitors were Disney characters ...
I saw the plan and my dad's plan was better.
eric rob traitors
gaston lefou beauty and the beast
If Traitors were Disney characters ...
Freelance pitching is just an endless game of Schrödinger's cat, isn't it?
I wrote about the Scrubs revival for Emmy magazine www.televisionacademy.com/features/emm...
I harbor no hard feelings to The Scrubs Season Who Shall Not Be Named. It's also super weird to try to erase it from existence since Zach et al were there for it.
The state of the bunion is bony.
The amount of DNC-related spam texts I have gotten tonight…
I wrote about the Scrubs revival for Emmy magazine www.televisionacademy.com/features/emm...
OMG. I forgot there was a second half to season 2. Wait. Did I watch it? I don't remember.
Oh it's very possible the flight attendant was pranking me. But it's also not worth chancing it.
Does he call you Liz Miller?
I love Kyle
I didn't think I'd see a day where you wouldn't respect a pun.
Well played, ABC.
A flight attendant told me this once. I have no idea how common a practice it is, but I'm also not chancing it.
It’s Florida. That definitely happened
I can pay you back with the gross reason why you should never use a hotel's in-room coffee machine (flight attendants; laundry).
OMG this is disgusting and vital information.
Technically, olives are a fruit. And, truthfully, they are the devil's food.
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When your Jewish mother leaves a voicemail like this, you know someone died.
The sweet, satisfying sound of my six-year-old yelling for her father to help her ...