My friend Erin wants one for plane rides. “Don’t talk to me. I’m a cat.”
My friend Erin wants one for plane rides. “Don’t talk to me. I’m a cat.”
i want to give her all the sex.
I laughed, because I could not figure out his name. But then I remember that I was legit going to change my name to “Rainsong” when I was like 14, so I have no room to comment.
Man he’s got pretty eyes. And a bucketful of smoulder.
I am also a bit of an asshole so this is not impossible.
Considering how that boy gets around, if you're anywhere near California it's totally possible.
I would be a brilliant detective and also maybe some kind of hyperspace incorporeal intelligence.
It’s good to see Allen does occasionally get his revenge. ;)
Hmm, maybe it's just in California? I haven't noticed if they've got it here in Seattle or not. I have noticed that the avocado is now mashed instead of fresh whole avocados, though.
Amen and hallelujah and 1 billion times THIS. I'm celebrating divorcing that fucker. Best decision I ever made, probably. I'm not texting him, either, because gross.
Oooh I forsee a birthday present for my kidlet. Korean beauty products are her jam.
Birchbox has been pretty good for me so far, but anything that doesn't work on me (super pale, ruddy cheeked, blue eyes) ends up working great for my daughter (light olive skin, hazel eyes).
Michael's (the craft store!) had the most adorable Betsey Johnson umbrellas for like $10 just last week. If you think Betsey Johnson is adorable (which I do, obviously).
I had the L.A. Gear shoes instead of the Reeboks, in the 80’s when those were THE shoes. And L.A. Gear was cheap.
I recently had a conversation with some dude who was being gross and creepy, and I told him he was gross and creepy and I wanted nothing to do with him. So he called me “immature” about 27 times. He was about 20 years younger than me, too.
Confirmation that I am apparently the Queen of Assholes, then. I can kill a cactus in like 5 minutes.
I heart you.
I know one! My little sister. She’s also a lesbian.
Yes our chapel was tiny too! Plus my grandparents don't travel, so they could watch. My father was ill and couldn't come, so he got to watch. And my co-workers put it on in the office and they and some of my students got to see as well. I thought it was pretty cool.
Or doing ballet moves. Anything's better than the mental image I had, at least.