I’ve always harbored a secret wish to get into MMA.

Congrats!

A friend died by suicide months ago and, for some stupid fucking reason, I decided tonight that I just had to know if I had guessed correctly about what method he used.

Granted.

Right, I said glorification of small bodies is a problem. But calling small bodies “ridiculous” is also a problem.

This image brings with it a sense of disquiet.

But body diversity only applies to fat people and any suggestion that shaming thin women is counter-productive to body acceptance will be met with a lecture on thin privilege.

lactating self-awareness is a diferent thing entirely. You have to pay to see that.

A few friends and I basically used Geocities like MySpace because we were too cool for MySpace. We all had our little sites and tried to outdo each other with html and javascript tricks. We would make pages for party pictures and shit. I had a little web comic that I made in Paint and some efforts at comedy writing on…

Oh, and on SPF - I haven’t found one that doesn’t make me break out but the least bad one I’ve tried is Neutrogena Clear Face sunscreen. It has a nice powder finish, too, so you don’t get that greasy sunscreen shine.

My favorite splurge moisturizer is DDF Ultra Light Moisturizing Dew (I know, eye roll of a name but it’s great). The closest drug store brand I’ve found in Neutrogena Hydro Boost Water Gel. It’s nice and light, non-oily, but still moisturizes my face really well.

OMG, right? We all made stupid Geocities websites and blogs when I was in high school but that shit was limited to the people who knew your web address. Facebook would have been a nightmare.

What is it with celebrity’s kids and lacking all forms of self-awareness? Did no one ever tell her that shitty poetry is something you do in high school and then never speak of/publically acknowledge again?

... So about this penguin theft?

The willing of stupid knick knacks is totally a thing in my family. It is a thing that is often used as a last “fuck you!” to whichever surviving relative wanted that particular knick knack.

I literally laughed out loud at this picture.

I refuse to allow anything into my kitchen that only does one thing. For years, I stood by this. A chopping thingy that you slap? No, I have knives. The tiniest of all possible crockpots? Absolutely not, I have small saucepans. A bread machine?? NO, get that shit out of my house.

This spoon could launch a thousand ships.

Once I accidentally ordered delivery during a tornado warning. I knew it was raining and when I made the delivery it was just a mild, annoying rain. By the time the delivery person got to my door, the sirens were going off and the sky was absolutely black. I tried to get her to come inside and wait out the worst of it…

... that sounds like what a SHAPE SHIFTING LAKE MONSTER would say.