I did not cry. I did, however, start to have one hell of a panic attack once it was time for me to walk down the aisle. As I started to wheeze and get dizzy, my father (who was walking me down the aisle) looked at me and just grinned.

I just asked Mr. Hells if he cried at our wedding, but he says not from happiness... ass.

Ooohh! I read In the Garden of the Beasts and it straight up Blew. My. Mind. Erik Larson is awesome.

thank god I’ve never done anything crazy, but I’ve definitely had weird text conversations I don’t remember until someone mentions it and I look at my phone and go “....... whoa.” this includes telling a friend that I was going to go to sleep, so she should switch over to texting me on my “dream phone”(?) that…

Thanks, I’ll try to take that advice. I overthink at a Hamlet level.*sigh* It usually is. Sometimes I ask myself why I gave up my privacy. Then I look at my floor to cieling window and in-suite bathroom.

Don’t worry you’re not alone! The family chihuahua used to climb up on our chests and stick his little neck out for you to kiss. He could be quite the diva about it, just stick that neck out there like, “alright I have arrived, lavish me with your kisses as is appropriate for my adorableness.”

Just the top of her head. Is that weird? She doesn’t seem to mind (she avoided me because she thinks I made her look stupid). Doesn’t everybody kiss their dog? *feeling like a freak*

i unthinkingly kissed my dog on the head wearing this:

One fuck Josh Hartnett that’s rude as fuck and I probably would have screamed something at him, with that said I had a good run in with Chris Evans. I live close to Studio City so run ins are pretty common, but my friends and I were at a bar over there and he walks in around 1am, we were a bit shocked because it’s…

HA. funny teaching stories are the best—kids are so weird. I teach at a summer boarding school / camp thing and this one girl (she was like six or seven) could not be talked out of using the word “immortal” when she meant “hungry.” “Miss so-and-so i’m immortal i need a grilled cheese!”

I’ve been laughing at all this…

My brother LOVES telling this story, so it was easier to get him to text it to me than for me to remember every detail. For background, he was 10, I was 7, and we were on a Disney cruise ship. In his words: “I was about 10. You and I were asked by a cruise lady if we wanted to go to a kids room and play games. Robin…

you mean this is the darkest timeline?*puts on cardboard goatee*

Those sandals are nice! It is SO GOOD to see reasonably priced wedge espadrilles with a decent fucking REAL SOLE. Half the ones I’ve had before were just a thin layer of rubber glued onto the rope bottoms, which falls off (or wears off) after .89 miles of sidewalk action, and then the rope starts to fray into…

Note to self: check computer volume before clicking videos.

Back about 15 years ago I use to stop in at a local McDonalds for breakfast a couple times a week. I would get there maybe 20 minutes before the switch from breakfast to lunch menu, and after a bit I noticed something that went on just after the switch. The staff would pull all the remaining breakfast sandwiches off…

Nah, when there I called them “surrender monkeys”.

Here’s my best “making friends while traveling alone” story: At the end of a semester abroad, I decided to take a couple of weeks and travel to Ireland by myself. The people were lovely—the Irish generally have no trouble chit-chatting with a stranger. Then when I was in Dublin, I toured the Guinness brewery and met…

In my experience, Australian people are harder to avoid than to find while traveling. They are the equivalent of all those guys with red/white striped towels in a Where’s Waldo/Wally book. #topicalreference
That being said, they’re all really friendly!

Yep.

I assume he passed out in the bathtub and JD is going to wake him up at the end of the season to reveal it’s all been a dream.