Derrrr.

Did Anna Karenina really mean to throw herself under that train... or was she just sad and klutzy like me?

Ever feel like a total bitch?

Know how you sometimes have to use the strongest self-restraint to keep certain thoughts to yourself for fear that your words would forever alter how people feel about you in a horrifically negative way?

Yeah… I’m not going to worry about that. I am not going to abuse my presence here as some sort of catharsis for my frustration. I just need somewhere to deposit my “really?!” moments. Because I have a feeling that I will no doubt articulate what you have felt at least once in your life. Join me, won’t you?