I really want a whole line of nail polishes that detect various chemicals.
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Wait what? I don't remember that.
This is actually a story about a fellow server, a very young, vivacious, kind, and quirky girl whom everyone loved working with, with but nonetheless had a pronounced ditzy streak.
You're correct, yes. However, my issue, I guess, is more personal, in that I am personally aware how much people in the television business is paid - from the agency's assistants to the PA on sets, and the fact is that television is a team-working enterprise. While yes, an actor is the face of a television show, they…
I warn you that I will take my cues from my cat, and ululate the song of my people at the top of my lungs beginning at 4:30 a.m. until such time as I am fed.
I would take a swing at the pants, except I had them when I was a misunderstood '90s teen goth chick so I'm just gonna say that they're contextually ugly, but totally acceptable when it's 1996 and you're sitting in a candlelit room listening to Marilyn Manson by yourself.
when asked for comment, Ms. Raziuddin said "I'M DOING GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT WOO I BET I COULD RUN UP THAT MOUNTAIN"
FYI here's how the rest of the United states looks to Massachusetts people (aka, the best people)
Look, I'm getting a penguin at my cocktail hour so I'm clearly a special snowflake (as is every bride who gets married at my venue since it's only $100 more on top of the venue rental which is pretty small potatoes when you're planning a wedding; if you don't let your parents invite two random friends, the penguin is…
Can we file this one away with the Great Pubic Hair Debate? As in, let's stop talking about it. I know men don't understand my turquoise eyeliner, OK? I've known ever since that survey in Seventeen magazine nearly two decades ago that told me that guys don't "understand" purple nail polish. I'm wearing purple nail…
New Year's Eve, 2010. After a very nice pre-game of oysters and champagne, mistercharles and I got on the #1 bus in Cambridge to head back to Boston to properly Auld Lang Syne. As we got on the bus, the driver barked, "All the way back", which didn't seem meaningful until I glanced to my right and stopped so…
WHATEVER JEZEBEL ILL JUST BE OVER HERE PUTTING MY CHEWING GUM IN MY MICROWAVE
- MISANDRY
Rather than nurse Buffy, though, I would go for Angel as astronaut and Spike as caveman so we could settle that argument at the same time.
This is all very disturbing, but I think we need to only have one official living Barbie at a time, like a Miss America, or a vampire slayer.
As a bourbon drinking socialist, this hurts my heart a little bit.
Living deep in the bible-belt and being a 30-something, vagina-having, marriage-free, childless, world traveling, home owning, sex liking woman with no plans to change any of those things, I get the "why buy the cow" comment quite often.