Poods.

It was “the most boring national anthem ever,” says JP Moore on Buzzfeed, and “I’m not ready for this sexless sort of knock-kneed kiddie bullshit,” says Natasha Vargas-Cooper, at Grantland. “I want to hear the sounds of a woman who has known loss and triumph, not the pubescent squeaks of a flinching sitcom star with cute bangs and a stupid blog.

—via: Is Zooey Deschanel’s Rendition of the National Anthem Ruining Your Life?

I think I’m having an anxiety attack. I think I am. I haven’t slept or eaten in seven days. In seven days. I’m having a panic attack, my heart is beating out of my chest. I can’t understand what people are saying. My ears don’t work. I can’t focus my eyes on anyone either. I can’t see things that are there and I see things that aren’t. The other day I thought I saw a bird in the house so I went around and I opened all the windows to let it out but then I think I just let more birds in. And then, I swear this, the sun didn’t set for a whole day, it just stayed there all low in the west, staring at me, making things hot. Didn’t you feel hot on Thursday? I felt hot on Thursday. And then the swimming pool drained and filled back up again and the trees lost their leaves and I woke up under the bed. Anyway, I’m fine! I’m fine. Where’s my coffee drank?

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Richard Lawson as Kim Richards

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