This just put a seriously bad taste in my mouth.
My friend and I decided to rewatch X-Files from start to finish and live tweet our experience. We think we're HILARIOUS. We're probably not. But if you want to follow us and watch us watch X-Files, feel free!
Ok so I'm completely freaked out and afraid to go to sleep right now.
So today has been the pits. I called in sick to work because of a terrible headache that still hasn't gone away. I feel disappointed in myself because I desperately didn't want to go to work (it has been b-a-d lately) and probably could have made it if I really tried. I also ended up canceling a first date…
Let me preface by saying I live in St. Louis City, where I am a teacher.
In honor of my 30th birthday in a few days, I got a new tattoo today! My family and friend decided to join me for a tattoo party. Six ladies, six tattoos, two artists. So fun.
So I've learned a few things in this experience...and have some ideas about what to do next time.
Every time people go on lentil binges on Groupthink....I end up following suit. I'm so susceptible to suggestion!
Let's have fun.
So I live in St. Louis, and we have the 2nd largest Mardi Gras celebration in the country. This weekend is the annual Mardi Gras Dog Parade and next weekend is the actual Mardi Gras party. Today, Barenaked Ladies is playing on the street. Next week...Eve6 and Everclear. Holy moly, HELLO 10th GRADE! So I'm…
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It's definitely be One Of Those Weeks (and it's only Tuesday). I have a terrible cold. I am pretty sure I'm never hearing from my crush again. I'm PMSing. It's a holy trifecta of terrible.
You guys...The Reykjavik Grapevine brings me so much joy. It's the local Reykjavik newspaper on events, life, food, tourism, etc.
I can't decide if I need to cry or vomit. Holy crap.
I am not wearing this right now. I partied on Saturday night. But it was one of my best costumes. And it was a lot of fun. And super comfortable. Until I ripped hair out trying to get that bald cap off.
I definitely dreamed I was making out with 10th doctor last night. I could feel his two hearts beating...and other anatomical areas. There was this huge, detailed Who-ish drama going on with invisible aliens and genocide, but the most important part of the dream was definitely macking on 10.
I'm more than happy to admit I only enjoy baseball in the post season. Thank goodness my home team rocks so hard!