I needed a belly laugh this morning. Thank you.
I needed a belly laugh this morning. Thank you.
This. That was so cringeworthy, because of what it represented to the character.
And can't everyone relate to making an awkward spectacle of themselves and thinking it sounds a good idea in their head like that at least once in their life?
The Marnie song was what agonized me. I was practically yelling for someone to unplug that DJ table, and the worst was you could see it coming, and the way Ray was setting her up out of his own frustrations to embarrass herself.
GACK!
No he doesn't, he doesn't have sex at all.
What sex? I only keep him around to reach things and change light bulbs.
You'd come with me?
You're just a bum lick.
That is stunning. Modcloth is too addictive to me sometimes.
Thanks once again, it felt such a relief to just let all this out someplace instead of putting a front on.
I love my style, but my purse most definitely doesn't.
Well ok then.
That sounds far more practical than my dress style. Which generally involves cutesy faux-vintage and is the opposite of comfortable sometimes, at least not to be able to relax in.
I don't actually even own one pair of jeans, which is astounding to everyone I know.
I'd like it more in blue, but then I bought my boyfriend something similar in blue.
Those do look nice.
That might do it.
I tease because I love.
Yeah, I'm thinking of becoming one, but if I lose my job it sometimes doesn't feel worth it.
I actually seldom have ever claimed a deduction apart from local tax, just because I have nothing really to deduct.
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The crazy part for me is how hung up people are on any gap.
Friends have actually said straight up to me that they don't know how I can date eight years older and make it work.I can get how if I was dating a man in his fifties it'd be problematic as we'd have an age gap in common ground and bedroom stuff, but anything…
I am very curious about your fashion style now then.
I'm clearly doing this wrong, or my job is screwing me over.