Those shoes.
Those shoes.
Wait, how old is he? Is my love illegal, or merely questionable?
I think I want to be best friends with Mena Suvari.
January 5 but earlier if you know how to navigate the dark underworld of the Internet. Which I don't.
Ninety-three percent is great, but I think 100% would be better, no? Being that 100 would be true parity, and, despite my obviously inferior intellect, hysterical reproductive organs, and fragile constitution, I would still like to make the same as my male counterpart.
Dopamine increases dopamine, I think, but very briefly. The high is incredibly short, and then come-down is harsh and sudden. So you immediately need to re-up. It's an expensive habit.
Yes! I did last week. Incredible writing, and my hackles are way, way up. As they should be. I don't know how we live in this world sometimes. I became so suddenly aware of the privileges and opportunities I have.
Fine with this. Wealth inequality gets my hackles up. Now. Let's raise our minimum wage here, too.
Eh. Did not have wedding colors. Why does everything need a color and a theme?
I am tearing up at work over Britney.
That like, waltz dirndl ... no. Just no.
Outfit and hair? Magnificent. Makeup is a bit overdone, though. I love red lips but I'm a huge proponent of red lips, soft everything else.
I don't mind Carrie Underwood, and her voice is fine and all that (although I hate her Monday Night Football bump, her voice sounds completely unremarkably flat). However, the acting was ... it was no good. I'm sorry. :-/
So I basically wanted to buy a wedding dress that looks like Keira Knightley's, and I did, except mine's pink, so I'm basically the happiest.
Oh, we're fresh out of finger in the butt.
I'll have the S&M&B&L&T, please, and a Caesar with black cherry edible lube (ON THE SIDE!), and a glass of the penis noir. 3 oz pour, please, but at least 7 inches.
You know what would be better than Peeta rolling around in mud?
It is uninspired, that's a good word for it.
I have learned to love rosé. I want that.