OMG can you imagine? hah.
OMG can you imagine? hah.
Contemplating marriage, I gave Carrie a sapphire ring and subsequently in the romance she gave me a Donald Roller Wilson oil painting of a monkey in a blue dress next to a tiny floating pencil, which I kept for years until it began to frighten my children
her book is now just another piece of clutter in my home.
My issue with the KonMarie book is her insistence on ‘discarding’ everything. No mention (at least as far as I am, which is halfway) of recycling, or donating, or anything else. Just throw everything you don’t want in the trash and let the world deal with your discards. Nah.
That was something I struggled with too, learning about the system. “The point is to invite joy in!” and I’m like uh....okay let’s see you work with a hoarder. Or someone with mental illness who has depression. Let’s see you work with some of the nastier sides of things, and that’s the thing—-Unf*ck your habitat does…
Not condoning violence but, sadly, her book is now just another piece of clutter in my home.
“Chris Brown further proves point.”
alternative theory based on Ivanka’s expression (grinning wider, raising her eyebrows) is that Trump was looking directly at the woman he WISHED was his wife but sadly he isn’t a Lannister.
My response to this lineup:
Nice welcome to the family. Don’t mind Kotaku humping your leg; it does that to everyone.
John Lewis is objectively a better human being than I am. If I were him I would have just said, “you know what? Fuck ALL y’all, I’m out. I’m leaving with President Obama. I didn’t get my skull fractured to watch you ignorant motherfuckers fuck everything up. Peace out.”
You know, I have been calling this man “Rinsed Penis,” but the recent revelations about his new boss have me rethinking that nickname.