Uh... Those are the words of a whippersnapper who doesn’t remember life before dual decks.
Uh... Those are the words of a whippersnapper who doesn’t remember life before dual decks.
Ugh, yes, so old. I remember when U2 was actually *groundbreaking*. Hell, I remember hanging out with my cousins at our grandparents’ house, and my cousin Rob lost his shit one day and made us turn on this new cable channel that was just launching that day, so we *had* to stop what we were doing right that second and…
I like you. You’re not like the other people here in this trailer park.
Almost. Stark Week starts this Sunday, the 16th. Shark Week starts one week later on the 23rd. July is a busy month for me.
It’s eleven days away. Yes, I have it marked on my calendar.
It’s possible, but there are a few bakeries that make this style of bread and call it “striata.” He still fucked up in his pretentiousness, though, because he might as well have said “cafe au lait latte.”
I’m fluent in carbs. It’s a bullshit phrase. Striata is basically a long stretched bread. Baguette is... basically a long stretched bread.
I would have cringed at that sandwich place, too, because I have a feeling everything there is made from cow. I can’t eat beef, and I have to be super careful about cured meats. And striata baguette? Not a thing. Total bullshit pretentiousness that counts on customers pretending to know what it is.
I didn’t go to my prom. It was 1989, so our music was shit, and I could not wait until I no longer had to deal with any of those assholes I went to school with. Instead, I was a sort of camp counselor at a weekend drug education retreat for middle school students. Honestly, no regrets. I wasn’t of the “drugs are…
We’re not going to speak of my attempt at a spiral perm, but I cringed at Barb in Stranger Things because WTF, show stylists, did you get my sophomore yearbook photo?
I don’t think you’re an old if you didn’t see at least one Molly Ringwald vehicle in a theatre during its original release. Or at least tried to do so. I still remember spending an hour on a bus to see Pretty in Pink — only to get to the theatre and discover it had ended its run there the prior day.
I’m getting ready to take a shower, put together a cheese’n’fruit tray, and settle in for an evening of watching some sort of video entertainment. It could be YouTube makeup videos, and it could be Hulu or Netflix. I haven’t decided yet. It won’t be Game of Thrones because my dad finally changed his cable password.…
Ugh, same. D cup, years since last purchase, middle-aged woman, no one else to see my boobs, no poking — pretty much everything you said. One addition for me: Padding. Just enough to keep nipples from poking through the bra. Because I would prefer not to have those ready to roll in the workplace.
The best part about fucking up on hotel rooms is that we’re talking about someone heavily involved with hotels. Maybe they just assumed that his name in the industry was enough? Maybe they thought that, like L. Ron Hubbard, there is space saved for him wherever he goes, whether he actually goes there or not? I have…
Sometimes I feel like Kate Brown got into office, rolled up her sleeves, and said, “Okay, how can I push this state as far into the 21st century as possible before I have to leave this office?” And also that the next stop is state-wide single-payer insurance.
Oh, wow. Bif Naked is Twitter buddies with Seth Rogan’s mom? Did not see that one coming.
It DOES NOT feel like it’s only been one year since Hiddleswift. Not even a year since that stunt continued for a couple of months after that. It seems more like five years. Maybe more.
Small shoes? That’s a size 9 or so. I’m thinking the metal shanks are for stability in car-to-bar (that is, intended to be walked in only from the distance from your car to a barstool, and then positioned daintily on the stool’s crossbars) shoes so she can stand on them for an entire performance and not have to worry…
This one honestly always makes me tear up, although now it’s in a really fucking depressing way: