I give up.
Freecakewitha10pcmeal
lambcrown
Today was rough.
Side note: it kinda seems like more of the dick move on Sonja’s part to try and ride the coattails of Bethanny by co-opting her “___ Girl” marketing. I love Sonja to bits, but she’s always looking for the easy-money way of doing business rather than putting in the time and effort, so it kinda seems like she’s just…
this. i was going to, i was, and then i realized it would require a tiny bit of effort and i changed my mind.
I pretty much didn’t change my name after my marriage out of laziness, but I lied to my husband and said I Felt Strongly About The Patriarchy And My Name is My Name.
“...Allowing different surnames risks destroying social stability, the maintenance of public order and the basis for social welfare.”
Where in the Constitution does it say that the offspring of moderately talented people are moderately talented themselves, specially when they are just children.
I love Willow’s music. Discovered her soundcloud account a while back and she’s been dropping tunes there for a while.
And she’s friends with Terry Richardson. I can’t take her seriously for the same reason.
I think a lot of people trip over themselves to give her a pass (especially on Jezebel) because she’s a White woman and she seems to support the LGBTQI community.
It IS true but it doesn’t *ring* true from someone who stripped naked and pretended to get fucked for an R. Kelly video some two-three albums after she became a mega-star.
The only rock club in the decaying post-industrial small town I grew up in always has a live band all-nighter on the last Friday before Xmas. Back in the mists of time, it seemed like a good idea to accept an invitation home at 6am with the man I’d been lurking in dark corners with for the last couple of hours. He…
After Christmas, in a fit of post-holiday depression, I sucked someone off while they were playing a MMoRPG.
With the headset on.
One company party lead off auspiciously when, within the first half-hour, I fell down the stairs of the restaurant and knocked over a candle, setting a small section of the table on fire. This, however, did not stop my urge to down expensive alcohols on the company dime.
I also don’t have anything.
Now’s not the time for rational thought!!!!
Today I learned that Martin Sheen is Charlie Sheen’s father and also that Martin Sheen is not Michael Douglas.
This is a face that sees a monthly chemical peel.