And yet I would happily take that look in a heart beat, and I work my arms like mad.

Me at work, in convo with a bunch of old white dudes, after mentioning I’m going to the gym (where I lift heavy):

In a true WTF moment, here’s the ad that popped up on this article:

This statement:

Counterpoint: don’t drink red wine at ANY temperature.

Grace would like to have a word with you.

Do you need help getting all those kids off your lawn? 

Men never do. 

Go to Kensington Market, my favourite place still in spite of rampant hipsterification. Go to the Beaches. Go to Little India, or combine your Kensington trip with a walk through China Town right next door. None of this requires a car - in fact, it’s all easier WITHOUT one  

I fucking HATE that movie, which is obviously why I re watch it every year. 

I just realized that “That’s back before racism was bad.” sums up pretty much every John Hughes movie. 

I’ll try to get some - I just saw momma, who is still a kitten herself. I’m going to put food out for them until they can be trapped for TNR.

When I went out of the house yesterday, my garage was full of feral kittens. 

Ask for the secret menu alternative - a Pecan Mudslide.

Hot fashion tip: just wear the rawhide as your dress, skip all the other shite. 

So. GOOD!

Go fuck yourself, you sociopath.

ModCloth clothing is and always has been shoddily sewn clothing made from trashy, thin, cheap looking fabrics. Twice I bought “sweaters” from them, only to get the most loosely knit, fraying, see through attempts at a garment I’ve ever seen. I just gave up after my third order, which included jeans that the button…

Oh no, it’s a veritable garden of roses for women living there.

“Women’s Health’s “Naked Strength” issue will be available in dentist’s offices and nail salons August”