...damnit!
bitchofsmartness
bitchofsmartness
I was born in 1970; I’ll take that seat thankyouverymuch.
Barkeep, Yoga Nerd needs a whiskey drink. Or a vodka drink. Or lager. Cider?
And that she kicked off the letter with the whole “Ivy League and did I mention I’m paying for it which of course makes clear to you and the reading audience that We (Including the Daughter) Are of Money. Because if we weren’t that means the daughter could be rude all she wants because all poor people are rude. And…
“I also stood in line for hours to get Darth Vader’s autograph at a car dealer.”
You need to have a word with this woman:
They are ALWAYS who I think of when I see these!
“I really enjoy you now, Adele,” host Simon Amstell remarks. “You’ve turned into my Aunt Sybil.”
With the added fun of him singing backup!
I've tried to hide mine, too, but any time I try to use tinted moisturizer I think I look like Odo from Deep Space Nine.
Well, look (listen) no further than To Make You Feel My Love!
Oh, punchy brass. Awesome.
Yep. Sorey.
Though this might also be holdover stress from the Toronto election last year. That was too close, man. Too close.
Ugh, watching the Jays game on Saturday sent my heart into A-fib; I’m even more stressed today. Courage, all!
If I had the power to ungrey and star multiple times I would. As it is I’ll just cry, cool?
I miss having the Tigers in the AL East. Mutual hatred with more at stake was funner.
Sooooo many gestures available to you for such an occasion and you saluted. I salute YOU!
God knows (heh) they’re nothing if not prideful.