Yemanja-mangea
Yemanja-mangea
Yemanja-mangea

Without you and Lindy, I have nothing left for which to live. Farewell forever*, Internet!









*No, seriously, I'm outta here for, like, a good hour or so.

My fiance is a Paul Bunyan type. He can build shit and is most comfortable in work boots, a pair of badly destroyed but comfortable jeans, and an old t-shirt that likely has not been folded because it doesn't matter what he wears, it's getting destroyed. If we go out or shop for nice clothing, he asks me what works

As the resident Paul Bunyan in many of my relationships, please don't do that. It's pretty condescending and infantilizing. I'm on to people who do it, and it makes me feel manipulated, and honestly, rather angry.

I've only got the one tattoo, so I'm no expert. I mean, maybe there's a good reason that Lady Gaga's bare ass has to be fully exposed while the artist works on her upper back. Maybe.

Nope doesn't bother me at all if that was her decision. She is also OPENLY ADMITTING to her procedures.

But on the sand, only one set of footprints.

If the twins come out with pointed ears, we'll know that Spock was the father.

Own at least one stylish hoodie.

For years, everyone in the world has misunderstood Kristen Stewart's compressed emotional range. They thought it meant she was a limited actress; it means nothing of the kind. She is John Wayne being forced to play the Maureen O'Hara character. Give her a rail to lean against during a sunset, a military jacket, a

Black Mirror is actually fucking great. I really recommend watching them. They'll freak you the fuck out and give you some great conversation fodder.

Guys. I need some kindness.

My cat went missing last April. Guess who showed up at the pound this week? OH YEAH.

Ok, please remember I have no idea who you are or what you look like, gender, or whatever, but...here is my best intentioned, hastily but thought out, comic. Just for you, the BEST type of superhero!

So, I know that I've been wearing the wrong bra size for some time now, so this afternoon I went into Soma to get measured. The bras were generally nice, the employees were helpful, etc.

I think about a month ago I posted about being in a new town for my job and how I was hating it since I was bored. Now that it has started, I'm SUPER busy and things are going a lot better especially since I took the advice of one of you Jezzies and went to visit a college town nearby. Right now I'm talking to a

Ooh, I want to be a Pennsylvania billboard designer. How's this:

this comment reads as mean, and i'm sorry. call me college prep fashion, but i can't agree this is a problem. no.