iolarah
iolarah
iolarah

Oh thank god, I'm not the only one! What makes me even more bonkers is when they scuff their feet while wearing flip-flops. ARE YOU KIDDING ME. LIFT YOUR DAMN FEET. AUUUUUGH

That drives me nuts, too. Didn't anyone teach them to walk single-file when someone is obviously trying to get by? *twitch*

Weary or wary? /honest question

I was a loyal L'Oreal Illegal Lengths user for years, but they seem to have discontinued it and put out Voluminous in its place, which can be pretty clumptastic if I'm not careful.

That's an unfortunate Photoshopping they've done. Yikes.

Curling is super-simple. I think of it as being like billiards played on ice, but a lot of people say it's like shuffleboard on ice. If I knew what shuffleboard was like, I'd probably agree. Anyway, the main objective to the game is to get your rock on "the button", or the white spot in the centre of the rings at the

It really is. I'd love to see what the front looks like. I hope she's wearing a string of white oversized beads, vintage-60s style.

As a Canadian who never cared for football who's married to an American who loves his Giants, I might go to something like this, so long as they didn't treat me like an idiot. Thankfully, I don't have to. Mr. io and I have a deal: I explain hockey and curling to him, and he explains football to me.

Pink versions of team jerseys. That is my biggest beef. I want to wear the team colours, not some watered-down, pink-a-doodle-dee crap.

Go Indy!

Bags like that are the best. I always call them satchels, though I suspect that may not be the most accurate name.

Jeremy spoke in class today...

If I wanted to wear shorts over leggings, I'd do it up the way we used to: cut-off cargos over waffle thermals, with ten-holes and a flannel.

Ow! 1992 flashbacks!

Lacking clavicles, but lovely trapezius muscles:

That's what I was thinking, too. I'm not religious, but I have a lot of respect for her commitment to her faith.

Now playing

Oh god, I wanted Crystal Gayle's hair so badly when I was little. My hair stops growing when it gets a few inches below my bra band, and then proceeds to get splitty and sad. Doesn't matter how many supplements I take, how I take care of it. It's like the way Eddie Izzard describes fruit ripening.

I'm not a fan of facial hair, but I am Team Mansweater all the way! I blame Sean Connery.

Interesting. A google search for "seething rage gif" turns up nothing specific, but offers "rage gif" instead. This one will suffice: