I'm going to do this with rose tomorrow and float it in peachcello

DARK CRYSTAL DEODORANT! ::groan::

work girls :)

I'm always so torn on stories about this, between being so happy for the kids who get this experience, and so sad for the kids who don't, whether its because their parents don't support them or because their parents simply can't access these resources for financial or other reasons.

Oh, my gosh. And it's called You Are You. Don't mind me, I'm totally not crying— there's just something in my eye. Like a twig, or a branch.

My Lionel Richie Pandora station is the shit. It's expanded to include Phil Collins, Chicago, REO Speedwagon, Huey Lewis, Toto (but basically only Africa, and NOT the 25th anniversary live suckfest version), etc. So basically I was born in the wrong decade. Or the right one because now I have the technology to put…

Dude listening to "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life" just doesn't give a shit anymore.

Everyone should listen to this sweet psychedelic folk band. Well, everyone who likes that kinda stuff.

So cool!

Going through tumblr? What newfangled balderdash is this?

Not a fan-girl but I saw his exhibit at the Museum of Moving Image in NY and it was insane how creative and brilliant he was.

Well, well, well. Another excuse to pimp one of my pinterest boards. I've recruited a few, but I may or may not have a Benedict Cumberbatch board.

i'm a guy here, so I don't want to tread on the fangirl fun here, but...

As a fangirl and artist I want to like this but the line-eyes drive me nuts.

I have spent all morning wanting to quote Crazy Eyes.

We did coke cans.

Also, we had themed parties for the college students in their residence halls. We hosted a sundae party where we played party games like PASS OUT. Party-goers would get turned 'round and 'round (like in Pin the Tail on the Donkey) and then handed a condom and a banana to see a) who could properly fit…

Pulling a condom over your arm is also a better way to avoid suffocating to death.

I once had a classmate whose last name was "Case". I always thought he was fortunate his parents didn't name him "Justin".

At the Catholic hospital my mother worked at hormonal birth control was prescribed in a different building, you know, because God can't see next door.