The lily pad one really works; everything is in proportion, so it looks believable.
The lily pad one really works; everything is in proportion, so it looks believable.
Okay so I’m not generally a pearl clutcher about, well, pretty much anything, but Jesus H Christ there is NOTHING in this article that makes me want to watch this nightmare. Like, nothing. I don’t even like knowing that there are human beings who think up stories like this. Damn.
Just adding to your insights:
Taking this space to thank jinni the incomparable, who saw that my original account was flat out banned and not just greyed and promptly followed my new one.
Bank of America once withdrew the amount of a check I deposited rather than depositing the funds the Friday before Memorial Day weekend, cause me to have a negative balance, then kept me on hold and going up the customer service chain so long that the one solution they thought may work but required the local branch…
Love the nail varnish!
BIG FUCKING MOOD right?
The full poem, for any Jezzies that want it:
Hi Jezzies! I haven’t been to SNS for a while.
I would die! Really die, if I got to stand next to David Tennant, and hear his Scottish accent! At work, we got a $15,000 grant to cover mammograms/diagnostics for women who can’t afford breast health care. That wasn’t just me personally, it was a team effort, but we were all excited about it.
I thought they meant Jay-Z and Beyoncé.
On the other hand, having Gwen Stefani as a judge on The Voice is also like having Meghan McCain be a judge on Project Runway.
Does it count if I was the author of my own suffering? My excuse is that I was in my early 20's and an idiot,* if that helps.
I was getting ready to move from one city to another, Being my usual meticulous self, I arranged for a truck, movers, packing supplies, etc. I even had a color-coded task chart. Three days before the move, two carloads of my family members showed up unannounced and said they were going to help me move RIGHT THEN. No…
Mr. Pants and I moved to NYC so I could go to graduate school. Our previous place wasn’t the greatest, but it was reasonably big and it was cheap. My school had student housing, which was expensive, but easier to rent sight-unseen. The school described the building as full of “classic NYC apartments with wood floors…