Phwoar

I think BHLDN makes incredibly lovely dresses (at a comparably reasonable price point) and when my friend was getting married I offhandedly mentioned that I had become aware of them and she was like "ewwwwww noooo they're owned by anthropologie"

So I'm 25 (and cynical) so maybe it doesn't matter because I rest firmly in the millennial zone buuuuuut:

PREACH

does it count as body snarking if I note that Farrah's faces has crossed the border of the Uncanny Valley? Cause it's freaking me out a bit.

I just bought several pairs at JC Penney to wear to school. They look like fashiony-slacks but feel like pajamas and they are CONVINCING as impostor Nice Pants. I love them.

glorious.

Most of my tattoos are death related, sadly. Not like someone's name or dates or anything, but I got them as a reaction. No regrets.

My stepsister's ex-fiancé got her name tattooed on his ribs. They didn't end up getting married because HE cheated on her. Wtfff

I saw a honey bucket get slowly lowered from a GIANT crane into the construction site across from where I work. It was like toilet Jesus was descending from heaven. That is the best thing that happened to me this week.

So I'm a buyer for a small boutique. My boss is a suicidal, spoiled, alcoholic that endangers others. The world is out to get her and everything is everyone else's fault but hers. She is enabled by her wealthy mother. If she didn't "own the store" she would be literally unemployable.

Gotta die of something. Shrug.

Uh yeah, I've worked food service AND retail (in Washington state!) I work retail now. Why? Because it is way fucking easier. I still get rude assholes but I work day hours, don't hurt myself over stressing my body, can do my homework on the job. I don't have to memorize orders and make salads and clean tables all…

I miss True Blood

excellent use of bold, excellent choice of prison yard.

I must ask, because I have the chance to: At the end of the month I'm starting school to become a teacher (I'm an older student, I'm 25 and took time to decide and kept coming back around to teaching so I'm pretty devoted to this goal)

ohhhhh been there. Not depo but adjusting to new pills. Started sobbing at the bus station because some stranger on the opposite bench looked like they had a sad life. Just looked like it, to me. The 80 year old woman sitting next to me was very sympathetic.

I really wanna be friends with you.

I am the kind of person that would be thrilled by the weird spa as well. I totally get that review.

Someone referred to the shape of my pubic hair as a "wizard beard" once. Sisters!