Cancelled dates are the worst. I always want to be like "are you faking being sick?!" but I know that would make me look crazy haha.
Cancelled dates are the worst. I always want to be like "are you faking being sick?!" but I know that would make me look crazy haha.
So I just got back from a week away at a tropical destination wedding, and I'm happy to say I didn't burn! It took two bottles of SPF 110 sunscreen (I know the numbers above 30 are mostly BS, but I didn't want to take a chance), a parasol that my friend double-lined for me, and 2 gauzy shirts that I wore consistently…
I adore Downton Abbey, in my opinion it shows that a show can have widespread success that doesn't need sex or violence to be successful. (Not that I have an issue with sex and violence, I love me some Game of Thrones and Mad Men.) However Downton Abbey stamped everything can lead to a lot of backlash that's not…
Except everyone pretty much gushed over Frank Ocean's 9 minute+ opus, "Pyramids."
Y'all gotta get on this AdBlock bandwagon. It's a relief to not have to see bullshit like this anymore.
Yep, me too. It has me a little worried. LOL.
Another good beer for non-beer drinkers is Redd's apple ale. It tastes a bit like a cider, but there's still a hint of hops. Not overly sweet, but definitely crisp and lovely.
I know I'm supposed to be upset by the naked ladies/creepy lyrics (depending on context) video and song...but what I'm really upset about is the horrific footwear those girls had to wear in the video. So. Bad.
Girl. I come from a long line of brown eyes, wed a green-eyed devil, prayed my dominant genes would triumph. NO LUCK.
I am a minority in my household, go figure. I love ALL the brown eyes!
Umm, I just use it to see pretty porn pics and gifs. Is that bad?
Bitchface and death glares.
I dare you to find a single (non-franchised) coffee shop in NOLA that DOESN'T have a cat in it. The one across the street from my office welcomes dogs too. Health code smealth code. We wants the kitties.
I never knew my grandmother, she died when I was 3. I have no memories of her, except for a couple of flashes I believe to be fabricated from stories I've heard. She died at age 53 from a brain tumor.
Me and the kiddo are hanging out with the parents this weekend, so more karma points for me.
I already live with something that can read my facial expressions and body language: my husband. I don't need my cat to be able to do the same thing.
You can say the same thing about football.
If eating poultry makes penises smaller, then I'm really glad a few women whose sons I've had sex with had poultry when they were pregnant. They should have had more.