I fear what I might do if I were too close to Gareth David Lloyd, or rather he should fear it, unless he really enjoys second-hand embarrassment/someone possibly peeing in their pants. I commend you on your control, bladder and otherwise.
As someone who had her first panic attack in 8 (8!) years this morning, can I please have my imminent breakdown with weed and red wine in Hawaii? Pretty please?
Two words: Cupcake Sandwich. Take off the bottom, put it on the top. Icing mess avoided. This was the "Stars they're just like us" dirtbag for me. I literally cannot stop eating cupcakes and wish I had enough access to ribs to not be able to stop eating them.
Recess was the bomb, I had a weird sort of crush on TJ Detweiler. There was a period there, when Saturday morning cartoons got really weird. My mom loved Mr. Bumpy, we still sing the "I Was Right Song" to each other. Of course, I was older than the target audience at this point.
The company I currently work for is moving some employees (warehouse staff, the receptionist) to temp employees, like having them go sign up for the staffing agency and reassigning their status so they don't have to offer them benefits. It's a shitbird thing to do. One more month and I get to put in my notice.
When I read that he was in it, I was all like, "Oz, quit making me sad. :(" Of course, he doesn't know me, so he doesn't really give a flying fart what I think.
A girl needs to know all about throbbing members and engorged manhood(s?) and whatnot. :D
Sassy, here. We also had Sassy magazine, which was incredible. The amount of time my friends and I spent trying to come up with the ultimate embarrassing story for that back page of Seventeen was also alarming.
My "talk" with my mom went thusly:
Ah, sneaking my friend's mom's discarded romance novels, those were the bodice-ripping days.
I wasn't expecting such a little blondie out of Robin Thicke and Paula Patton, just reminds me that genetics are a silly, old thing. Do you think there's a chance I'll somehow sprout my mom's natural auburn hair or my dad's perfect ringlets overnight? No? I'll be keeping the stick-straight, sandy-brown I've always had…
It's not the only source. Wired is just considered an authority in the cool, gadgety, techy business world. I'm planning a big move and have doing an incredibly frustrating job search, there was actually a place that was like "Everyone here subscribes to and reads Wired, if you work here you will too, cause we pay for…
I thought we covered this in How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days...
His been shaking his bottle of Avocado Ranch at me from banner ads all day. It's disconcerting.
There is no corner of hell that involves French toast and bacon, not even relationship hell. French toast and bacon are the food of heaven and I'll believe nothing else.
I actually tend to lose weight when I'm really happy, like in the beginning of a relationship. The smallest I've ever been in my adult life was when I was with my first love, I mean, it all evens out and eventually I go back to my original weight, so it's not like it counts. But, when I got away from a job I…