honeycrumpett
honeycrumpett
honeycrumpett

I was genuinely thinking about this on the way to work — a thread on dupes, and a thread on drugstore/mass market makeup. I have a makeup bag full capital-F Fanceh makeup but sometimes I just want a cheapass lipstick that has excellent depth of colour.

This is... relevant to my interests. Tuition’s coming up again, babycat needs a new cat tree and I’m almost out of my Smashbox foundation. Hmmmm.

The very one.

Me, right now.

This is what I was thinking. Jim Bob, is that you?

Growing out my bangs was the best decision I made in my teenage years. #fact

I have several friends whose cross-cultural relationships don’t look good on paper, but their marriages/relationships are doing great. What they have that sets them apart from the shitshows is a great deal of commonality — in ethics, interests, intelligence. The kind of person you’d hang out with and have oodles to

Thing is, if someone points out that ummm maybe you have a few red flags in your relationship, that person is called out as a hater who is just jelly. I don’t allow drama in the group, but sometimes things get heated before I can get there. Six months later, there’s a post: how do I get this worthless piece of shit

I somehow ended up being the lead admin on a Facebook group for people going through family-based immigration to the US. Even though the group description makes it clear the group is not for “singles looking to mingle,” many of the ladies in the group (including me) get hit up regularly by these assclowns. Usually the

So maybe that’s why the racist shitstains I sometimes interact with on an online forum were taking pains to call all black children “feral” today. :-(

I still semi-recoil in fear when I see an image of Mickey Mouse as the Sorcerer’s Apprentice, because that was apparently the dosed-sticker du jour in 1982. This is despite having paid money for acid as a 20-year-old, and knowing exactly what it does to me. Brainwashing works, y’all!

Hell, I’m an extrovert and there are times I wish my roommate would disappear in a cloud of pot smoke. I love him to death — he’s like my kid brother, and we’ve rubbed along quite well for five years. But sometimes, like tonight, when he’s yelling “FUCK YOU KIRK HERBSTREIT” at the TV and drinking one of my IPAs while

OMGGGGGG I’m on the list! #soblessed

“Nubs.” My boyfriend likes to talk about “rubbing moist ointment into his nubs” [knees] when I’m reluctant to get out of bed. Works a charm — I run to the bathroom to dry heave a little.

Seriously, these liners are the shit. I have several (black, two different purples and a goldeny one) and they are precise and go on so easily. The trick to prevent breakage (yeah, I had that problem too) is the obvious solution of not twisting too much.

Specifically, Murder, She Wrote. This weekend, you will watch 2-3 seasons of Murder, She Wrote. Enjoy it! You love spending time with Queen Angela! It’s all the excitement of solving a murder, without having to deal with actual murder!

The tree of liberty is mighty thirsty.