That's what I was coming to say as well. An iThing app is fine, but don't forget the rest of us! I don't really use twitter anymore, so an app would be way better.
My stepdad used to send out letters to my stepsiblings and myself once in a while, handwritten and usually with his little drawings in the margins. We all got the same letter, usually a photocopy, and because I talked to my mom pretty often, I didn't always open the letters.
Ugh, the guilt she'd feel about actually using the napkin for its intended purpose!
I'm a big fan of my No Fucks Plan: I eat what I want, exercise when I feel like it, sleep as much as I need to, wear clothes that generally make me feel good about myself and Give No Fucks.
I would be all about that. GIMME MY LASER EYES NAO
I had a terrible crush on one of my profs in university. My heart would do a little bump in my chest every time this one thick, wavy lock of her hair fell into her face as she was talking, and she'd absently flick it back, still lecturing all the while. I don't know what it was, it's such a nothing gesture, but it got…
No kidding. Cyndi Lauper looks like she'd be fun to hang out with, and a lot more down-to-earth. Madonna looks like she'd be the kind of person who talks non-stop about herself, her diets, her workouts, and whatever she's into that moment. In a bad, fake British accent.
Apparently there are women who do, and what disturbs me even more is that FDS still exists. I thought that product died with the 80s, but no. You can still spray deodorant on your vulva just like your mom did. >_<
Thank you for this. In the 90s, a friend of mine was pretty verbally abusive to me in the ways you describe, and I ended up cutting off the friendship as a result. I never understood why he thought it was okay to be so cruel, but this gives me some insight.
There are two variations in the book, but this one looks most like what's in the photo. Looks like it'd be done best with a long rectangle of chiffon or silk. My guess, based on the book and the photo, is that they used a fairly wide scarf (10"), folded it into pleats, and then did the bow.
Yeah, it all sounds pretty scandalous until I think back to where I was at eleven and twelve. I was boy crazy, and so were most of my friends. We might have had a slightly more innocent take on what looked sexy, but we were still aiming for it in grade seven and eight all the same. We would find ways to watch movies…
I have a book of scarf knots from the 80s somewhere in the house. Let me see if I can find this one in it.
I kind of want them to go with my Fluevog Grand Nationals >.>
Never watched this show, so I have no stake in the characters, but I would rather see a boring screen relationship than suffer through season after season of contrived breakups and back-togethers in the name of drama. It's obnoxious to watch, it cheapens the characters, and it's insulting to the audience.