I buy wacky-ass prints, colors, and the like from the thrift store or on super deep clearance. I spend more on my staples (black clothing, jeans, shoes). I put together some kooky stuff when the mood strikes me and can just as quickly return it to the Goodwill from whence they came once I grow tired of it.

And there it is.

This is what I do: wear virtually the same thing every day at work, blow wads of cash on nighttime and "casual" outfits. My casual outfit includes a tube dress and fur vest.

That is the face of someone who goes down on you for just too fucking long.

Like a bowl of vanilla pudding garnished with chest hairs.

NO HE DO NOT BE LIKE THAT

I feel the same. I feel like I dress more boring than my soul wants me to dress. Part of it is, I spend a lot of money on work appropriate stuff, which I feel like has less room to be different/edgy/fun, and I don't have much in my budget to buy separate goin' out clothes.

her house isn't actually all that big—it's all contouring.

Didn't this person call some other famous person "crass" last week? fuckin lawl

Yeah, shut up Pandora, no one asked you. I normally have mine on shuffle with my Sara Bareilles and Rage Against the Machine stations, so it can get a little weird but that's ok. And my Lionel Richie station has actually evolved to be some sort of funk/70s-80s pop/classic rock thing. It doesn't make any sense.

Humanist: progressive to the very edge of my comfort zone.

The art of tipping is, for most people, really freaking annoying. How much is too much? How much is too little? Is this the only reason I had to learn how to calculate percentages in 5th grade?

Livejournal.

Today's choices were easy except LIBRARIES V. CEMETERIES.

Broad City changed my life.

My default is to like anything that makes Steve Harvey uncomfortable, so she's good in my book!

lil table nap