The exhaustion and dehydration usually come from a manic bipolar episode. Or lots of drugs.
The current POTUS isn’t even touching this.
Nope, I think it’s an author thing. That’s a teapot in America, too.
“This one tells us that kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome and bestiality are all just fine, as long as the girl finds love in the end.”
I had to get a special doula when I have birth to my cat, one who wouldn’t judge me for rolling the placenta up and smoking it in a joint.
More bats!
Me too. I read every book that was out in the late 80s/early 90s. I went to ladies Wicca groups, and tried super hard. Turns out I can’t really keep my inner 12 year old boy together in a group of sky clad women chanting out of tune at night in the cold. That, and I’m apparently all out of faith. Atheism was way…
I’ve been dying to post this pic, so I’m just going to go for it with the only tie in I can think of.
I really wanted to be a Wiccan when I was a teenager. I still have the books I bought. But ultimately I lack the drive to truly practice any religion.
It seems like coworkers getting in touch with their inner Abigail Williams were the real problem at that job.
Tangential, but I just wanted to share that my Halloween-hating mother who never let my siblings and I dress up and go trick-or-treating as kids (super conservative Christian thing) just got dressed up as a cowgirl and is on her way to a Halloween party. She’s doing so grudgingly, but still, progress!
Dude, why does anyone watch any reality TV? There’s something for everyone, whether you like housewives, or little people, or child pagentry, or Rumspringa, or gym/tan/laundry, or....
If you hot-mess it, they will watch.
Don’t make me cry. I can’t believe that Matthew, Marilla, and Gil have all passed away. SOB SOB SOB
She’s cute and all, but sorry, no. There will never be another Anne for me.
HOW DARE YOU
I used to think that the reason I had horrible clothes in the 1980s was because my mom dressed* me.
Yes. Angelina’s mother could not stand her...