PassTheButter
PassTheButter
PassTheButter

Ok, this isn't exactly about not giving a fuck, but it saved my life (I'm not a self-help person or anything like that, but this really helped me).

This is the first weekend I've spent alone in months (maybe a full year). No friends, no boo, no family. I'm thankful for it. Last May/June I had a HARD break up and even though it took awhile it feels good to be content with myself again. No company needed.

Teenagers?

She got inoculated against sincerity. All that's left is the hypocrisy.

If that photo is proof of a dating relationship I have dated approximately 7500 people.

I'll treat him to a glass of... yeah, "glass of vagina" doesn't really work. I need to work on my innuendo.

I saw John Bradley (Sam Tarly) at a fan event not long ago. Someone asked him to say what was the best part of being on GoT in five words or less. Without missing a beat he replied "Kit Barrington's. Big. Brown. Eyes."

"YEAH! Kung Fu Panda 3! Tai Lung's comin' back, baby!"

Yes, if it was Mystery Science Theatre 3000 style, but also a drinking game, like they instructed you to drink every time Ms. Steele says something self-deprecating.

Can they release a version of this film with running commentary from Hoda and Kathie Lee? Because that's pretty much the only way I'd agree to watch it.

"There really isn't much to know about me. I mean, look at me."

This line killed me.

She's like bella swan with a fringe

That Fifty Shades gif in the beginning:

Coming from New York, I was friends with a lot of the fashion designers. I grew up in a world around models and supermodels and designers and fashion. In L.A., they were very much like, 'What is that? I don't really know what that is.

Nope. Not a real thing. I work in production, costume people follow designers.

This is representative of only a very small fraction of actual New Yorkers. Signed, a non-homebody actual New Yorker

HAHAHAHAHA

For real. They would probably turn up their noses at my usual nightlife of sweat pants and Netflix, but I'm 100% sure I have the better deal going on.

It's like the bond of fellow POWs; it's too painful to reminisce, but it's reassuring to share.

Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying, I am the light of the world: she that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have entrance into the club without waiting in line... because, really, if you have to wait in line...

The Hamptons are special, I learn. You can't just show up; you have to be invited.