He's a total dingleberry in person. I worked at an SF comedy club, and holy crap, he was a raging jerkface.
He's a total dingleberry in person. I worked at an SF comedy club, and holy crap, he was a raging jerkface.
Really!?!
Thank you so much! :D
This right here is why I've named a character in my book after you. Love love love.
I took one look at the price of college and said "thanks, but no thanks". I didn't want to start my life drowning in a debt that would never go away, and I had no idea what the hell I wanted to do with my life anyways. I figured I would go get a job, and figure it out along the way.
Same here. I'm engaged, and honestly? This sounds like a FANTASTIC idea to save some money!
Fingers: OPI's Got the Blues for Red (which is, in my opinion, the most perfect red nail polish ever) with Zoya's Luna as a pretty accent at the cuticle. Toes: Julep's Bette (a really fun bright purple).
WHY is it so hard to find a yellow jumpsuit so that I can dress up as April O'Neil for an 80's themed party? WHY!?!
Oof. Yeah, that's a problem. What kind of lighting are you using? It might be worth it to invest $60 in good lighting.
I would try removing the rope lights. That seemed to be what your camera was trying to focus on.
You are wonderful, and your message is fantastic. You might want to remove the light rope from your background though, because (as I am sure you already know, and others have pointed out) your camera kept trying to focus on the lights.
Totally off topic, but THANK YOU for reminding me of a song that is missing from my 90's playlist!
I am going to be marrying my kind, skinny, dorky, intelligent, driven fiance next year. It sounds like you actually did the introspection I was talking about earlier, yet you sound like you're still bitter about those girls who left you for the "bad boys". You might want to let go of that anger, it can't be healthy…
Oh, FFS.
I am hating The Knot with the fire of a thousand suns. Off Beat Bride is so much better, and doesn't stress me out nearly as much.
I had a guy in my former SF neighborhood (Ingleside), tell me "Yo, shawty, I like yo walk. Gimme yo number, let me holla at you and take you to lunch." I declined.
... My god. That's terrifying.
... Go on. I am intrigued.
Amen, sista. Stale peeps are the best peeps.
Re-read the first chapter of ADWD, then re-think how he "died".