Exactly. I enjoy myself at other people's big. elaborate weddings, but I probably would have been too stressed out to enjoy my own if I hadn't been able to do it my way.
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Something about wedding stuff makes me feel like an anthropologist in a foreign culture that I can't grasp. I couldn't do being proposed to, or having someone ask my father for my hand, or having my father give me away at an altar. Anyway, generations of my family have had registrar's office weddings, so at this…
That brow is too thin. My anaconda don't want none unless you got brows, hun.
I don't think either of those covers were high points for the American eyebrow.
Yeah, I didn't get engaged. We just went ahead and got married. We split the cost evenly: one hundred euro for rings, one hundred for the registrar's office, three hundred to feed everyone at the local pub. We spent the most on our honeymoon, but that was still less than the prices they're talking in this article.…
Obviously the character should only be Indian if the white protagonist needs an exotic person with no back-story to take him on a mystical journey of self-discovery. (Rolling my eyes so hard at Klickstein.)
It's Ok, D'Angelo. You don't need to be ripped. Just put on a nice tux and release the album.
Yup. In retrospect, casting this guy as a pastor was just type-casting.
Bring back the French Revolution.
Yeah, it's weird to explain to kids these days that we didn't really have airport security in 90s the way we do now. Before Sept. 11th, I never checked a bag, always traveled with a backpack I could carry on and everything went into that backpack: swiss army knife, razors, aerosols, liquids, mess kit, first aid kit,…
I'm jealous that you are an archaeologist who goes on digs and that you have a real reason to go around in cargo pants.
Sadists. Because sometimes the pockets are real but sewn shut for some reason. Why? Why? Why? So I've gone without pockets for ages before realising that I can just snip them open. Other times the pockets are fake and you forget and you're there trying to shove your wallet into a fake pocket for a solid five minutes…
I'm ashamed to say that I'd probably still wear most of the things in the Delias 1996 catalog.
I'd rock them, too, but they're hard to find now that fashion has moved on. We need a cargos revival.
Or the ones you could zip off into capris or zip off into shorts! Why commit to either pants or shorts when you can have the best of both worlds in one handy garment?
Fake pockets are the devil.
Remember back in the glory days of the 1990s when men and women alike wore huge cargo pants with pockets all over the fucking place? Pockets on the arse, on the hips, on the knees. You didn't need a carry-on when flying because you had fucking pockets everywhere.
You should be a bad decision tattoo consultant.
You had it right, though. She actually didn't go to Harvard Extension School, but to a program in Harvard Business School: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tyra_Bank…