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MySpace isn’t going anywhere...every single person under 25 uses it everyday.

Exactly. The whole “OMG she changes her plans because of political pressure” thing is like... not exactly awful because that means we can pressure her into doing things we like.

The moratorium/refinancing/forgiveness announcement is more exciting, because it is likely to happen. Adding incentives for desired professions like teaching is doubly exciting.

So lets just give up and crawl back into our proverbial caves instead of reaching into the unknown and possibly grasping a much deeper understanding of the universe.

“Was it hard to “do it”?” I whispered gently salivating into my children’s portioned French toast.

I’m getting so tired of boner lens some guys get when they interview women they find attractive. It feels like they can see anything beyond their appearance.

Audrey Hepburn is 2 words.

Manager account spotted.

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I fucking hate this shit. We all know from the media she’s lived pretty hard and while that can alter skin, teeth, wrinkles, etc, like I hate the “She looks older than (age)“ comments because like, “HOW OLD IS THIRTY SUPPOSED TO LOOK?” If you lined up me and five of my girlfriends, all of who are 30 years old, we all

Correct. And every white hair that shows up on my ginger head marks my descent into insanity.

Pictured: The one concrete statement about all of this.

like, she knows that we all know who her mother is, right?

There is nothing more humble than talking about how humble you are, is there?

My mother taught me to always be humble

I make flour-free peanut butter cookies and flour-free oatmeal cookies that are pretty delicious, raw and cooked :o

Repeated blows to the head. Substance abuse. Abusive relationships. Emotional issues. et cetera.

Thank fucking god my husband doesn’t care, I would have a hard time not laughing while defending my flourishing pubes as a feminist statement.