Mark Ruffalo will forever be my personal favorite woke bae... next to young Bernie Sanders.

I love my Mirena now but the first month and the insertion was a bitch. Cramps so bad I thiughtthought I was dying. But we cool now.

That’s the best description of Ann Hathaway I have heard and that is precisely why I love her.

I’d edit that to read smart phones. Cell phones can and are a necessity now a days. Especially with pay phones all but disappearing. Smart phones have always and will always be a luxury to me.

I can’t have children yet. So my cats are the closest I’ll be getting for now. I still tear up and occasionally bawl when I think about my baby girl Phi Phi. She was my life and was taken too soon.

I’ll be honest. You are/were my favorite writer here. Good luck and light speed!

You know what’s helps keep on my array of eyeshadow I burn money on in place? Benefit concealer. Specifically Boi-ing. Seriously. I don’t remember where I read it but I dab concealer on my eyelids and the shadow sticks pretty much all day until I wipe it off at home.

2 hours and 24 minutes...meanwhile my fatass is still sore as Satan’s butthole from the 3 hr 30 minute HALF marathon I ran. You go, lady train!

A few weeks ago I got this super thick, super damn good smoothie from this shop down the street from my house. I thought it would be a good light snack before I made dinner later that evening. Long story short I was full until I woke up the next morning.

This is why you’re my favorite commentator. All smart and shit =)

Take it from someone who’s lived in San Antonio for more than 4 years and actually knows the city. There is a great night life after 11 pm if you don’t stick to the same crappy venues. The Riverwalk is over rated. The parks and rec here is amazing (Government Canyon ftw) It’s a fairly easy city to navigate. There is…

Not too long ago the biff and I were having amazing, kinky as fuck sex. He was going at a steady pace and I was so in the moment that when I felt something brush my had I assumed it was hair. Right as I feel like I’m about to cum, he stops and says “what the?”. Then I felt something crawl across my chest. He pulls out…

Doesn’t smell like that sweet, black nectar of Goddess herself? No thank you.

Well. She’s the worst.

I need that condom bouquet in my life stat.

Or live in South Texas with access to real burritos. (Full Disclosure, I love Chipotle, but c’mon would you turn down a giant stuffed meaty burrito on a fluffy, homemade flour tortilla?)

Man. Taking that duct tape off of her nipples is going to suuuuuuuuck.

Right? I’m a bit saddened. I thought those crazy kids would last.

Deodorant all the way. One way to relieve that chub rub.