Correction: Guys who don’t text that you should get checked for chlamydia are the worst. 

You understand the criteria of this pissing contest, unlike the happy families above ^^^^.

‘Don’t’ holds up so well, but everything else of his bugs the shit out of me. I’m currently listening to Latin Trap playlists on Spotify because the radio is awful. 

I was at the game the other night and laughed at Drake the whole time. It’s so cringey to watch him jump up and down and try his damnest to be a part of the team. It’s like seeing a 5 year old kid watching an older brother play a sport and wanting to be a part of it SO BADLY. 

Wooly bears aren’t creepy. They’re cute!

If these make-up ‘artists’ are trying to go for the creepy caterpillar look on their eyes, they’re doing it right!

Jesus Christ, You have copied and pasted this thing on every single thread. Just go get drunk like a normal person.

I did cheer up hardcore when Tormund’s face was the first thing you see going to Castle Black. And Ghost kisses!

I thought it was a good ending to the series. I would totally watch a spin-off on Arya’s adventures.. Also the vocolazation on the theme song on the ending credits...

Bucky update: my boy just turned one (yesterday). He got lots of toys and love and even treated to a dinner date at Lazy Dog. He’s come a long way with training and just age in general. I’m a very proud Bucky mom. 😊

Hi everybody, I just wanted to update anyone who cares on my PTSD hubby situation.

Shelter Cat Update!

social media has trained people to believe your self-worth depends on how much attention you can get. 

This fascinating article thinks that might be a hoax...

The funny thing is that’s a pic of Bjork’s house. Her 2007 Coachella performance was the last time that festival was cool (I was there). The following year, Jack Johnson was a headliner. It’s been a slow and painful descent since then.

I once got yelled at by co-workers for sharing photos of an old vacation.  Their complaint was that I wasn’t in any of the photos.  In fact, there were hardly any people in them at all, because I was busy taking pictures of the shit I’d never get to see in person again.

As I laid out in the sun on a sunny December morning in Cancun, sipping my beer, I couldn’t help but notice how much time was placed by so many people on the beach, getting the best and fakest posed picture possible. I was enjoying a nice buzz by the time they were done. Impressing others is not for me.

“It was a social experiment!” is the last refuge of a scoundrel.

It’s really weird to live in a world where posting photos of a vacation is more important than actually enjoying a vacation.