1) To me: I picture a girl when someone says Winter Mercy. I didn’t read the article so I actually assumed it WAS a girl.
1) To me: I picture a girl when someone says Winter Mercy. I didn’t read the article so I actually assumed it WAS a girl.
I love fairs! I love seeing the animals and the winners of the biggest fruits and veggies and jams. I love the homemade items. I think I should hire myself out as a surrogate presidential candidate for the fair circuit. I have no problem eating and pandering to the winner of the biggest pumpkin or the best jam. I…
He was searching for a new spice route.
That was my thought. Who cares about Miley? What about the brokenhearted Hemsworth? He must be consoled.
And that was nothing to when I got stuck watching the NASA channel when I was sick with the flu and the remote was too far away to get.
I spent one weekend watching 4 different versions of the Apollo 11 moon landing plus listened to it on CNN radio because of Mr. NoMartha. Newsflash--we landed on the moon 50 years ago.
I will always be mad about Almost Human being cancelled. Why Fox starts any decent series is beyond me. They always cancel them.
I loved Jackie Collins!! She seemed so exciting when I was a teen.
Wait...is that spoiler actually solar panels? Because that would be cool.
I do not want to know everything. That's why I send them away. No need is good news. I'm going to assume everything is fine until otherwise notified. Prepares all of us for college and the real world.
Ppajamas. You only need pajamas.
I prefer to work out in a cool room with a fan directly on me. I do not like being uncomfortably hot.
Hollywood Sun link is just Page Six again.
This sounds so fucking depressing. As a mom whose son is on the spectrum my fantasy is that he goes to college, gets a job and girlfriends, and life. He forgets Mother Day? I will gladly accept that trade off.
I constantly get my son and one of my dog's names mixed up. The don't sound alike, but their personalities are exactly the same.
The whole “Does it bring you joy?” majorly backfired on my husband this weekend.
I'm not getting the dislike here. This is a young women who started out as a child actor of a crazy popular movie series. By law of averages, she should be running around club-hopping and being shallow. Instead, she is trying to do something with that game and we are tearing her down, because it is not a perfect…
I've woken up saying, "What the fuck?" everyday since that terrible day in November of 2016.
I am really scared to read these comments because what if I recognize my old single apartment?
I really thought he was singing “My Sweet n Low” as a kid.