Can I tell *you* how many times I’ve done the online logo-design “contests” (LogoTournament, 99Designs, etc) wherein only the winner gets paid, and the cheap-ass motherfucker who’s paying $150 for bargain-basement logo development shitcans all the entries from me and every other obviously-capable designer and goes…

Like for real, idk how old you are and thus whether you remember the heaaaaaavvvy cloying scents of the 80s? Elizabeth Arden Red Door, or omg GIORGIO? It’s like *that* kind of smell, and it lingered, and lingered, and my hair absolutely reeked until I washed it again.

The alleged “sweet almond” scent makes this a harrrrd pass for me. Nice that it’s apparently sulfate-free, tho.

Oh word? Welcome to the late 20th century, girl. Anyone doing any kind of art-related job has been on the ropes since the mass availability of photo-editing and desktop-publishing software. Why pay an actual professional a couple hundred bucks for a logo when your nephew “can do one on his computer thing”? Why pay for…

I was a quilt/coverlet person for a long time, so I’ve only owned like 2 actual duvets and 3 different covers ... but both the duvets had a small diagonal “strap” of taping or twill at each corner, and all the covers had short lil fabric ties at each interior corner, which get tied to the corner straps of the duvet. I…

Unbutton your duvet cover. Pull it upwards toward the head of the bed and off the duvet. Leave the duvet itself in place on the bed how it normally goes, just scrunch it down a bit toward foot of bed. Wash cover. Remove from dryer, untangle (mine’s pintucked so it’s always a fucking circus of wadded pleats). Turn…

“Nancy Meyers Has A Fridge”

I mean, I feel terrible about some of their interactions. But it’s pretty fucking hilarious when I’m back in the bedroom reading, bf is trying to watch a documentary, and I hear [whatever dialogue/music is coming from the film] interspersed with “[CLAP CLAP CLAP] WOOOOOO! Arrrrggghhhhh. Meowwww?”

LOOKIT THAT LIL PEANUT omg adorable <3

OOOOO, I like it. :D

“Counterpoint: This bird’s eyes look like the last thing you see before you become just a forearm for Laura Dern to find in the generator room.”

Same here. We’d have them hot with lemon-butter to dip, or chilled, with mayonnaise with lemon and DILL in it. (Try this, it’s legit amazing, and I normally hate mayo.)

I’m using Chrome (Win10) and I have to reload to get the comments to display most of the time, too. Until I do I just get the Grey Blinky Dots Of Infinite Loading.

Go. Just go. Now, or as soon as you can. Give him what you can afford. Look into the legal options — amount and duration of spousal support, rent pricing for local apartments, whatever. He’s a grown-ass man, who’s presumably capable of holding down a job and supporting himself. The longer you wait, the harder it gets.…

I guess that leaves “Civet Viscount” to Crackle.

You win both this horrible game and also my condolences, and possibly also some vomit. Oh my god.

Those melons do not look Facetuned to me.

I cannot even imagine caring about this vapid fuckwit or anything he or his vapid-fuckwit dramallama friends do. The sooner I stop hearing about any of those idiots, anywhere, in any media, the better.

Good to know! But for now I’ve got a stash of half a dozen bottles of Insta-Dri, and over 300 colors/sizes/types of glitter/shimmer/mica flake/etc. I’m set for polish for .... basically forever. :)

Good to know! But for now I’ve got a stash of half a dozen bottles of Insta-Dri, and over 300 colors/sizes/types of…

Same. There is no god damn way I’m ever subjecting myself to that treacly bullshit. I mean, it’s nice that he can sing and is possibly not a complete asshole and all, but nooooooooo thank youvm.