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OMG. My friend was pregnant and her and another friend thought for a literal second that she took a sip of a mimosa. They were panicking. A fucking sip of a fucking mimosa. People literally smoke crack and inject heroin and their babies survive. Chill the fuck out.

They get paid on a sponsorship basis. So, if someone has X number of followers, they may be considered an “influencer” by a given brand. The brand will pay the “influencer” to instagram their product/service/whatever creative esthetic they like to use, and the blogger gets paid a set rate per post/group of posts. It’s

But they don’t get paid on hashtags. Hashtags are a way to get new followers and make your page show up in searches. When you hashtag something, it makes your photo show up when someone clicks on that hashtag. It also helps aggregate a users ‘explore’ page. For example, if you #blessed, and I #blessed on a photo,

Did it in middle school.

I used to work for a company that worked directly with this blog. We sold the ad space and sponsored posts. I can attest from personal experience that Emily & her husband are a nightmare to work with, for multiple, legitimate business reasons.

I’m 28 and I’m rolling my eyes at this. Even if you feel the reason you were let go was ‘petty’ - you don’t go blast your former employer on Instagram. If something illegal happened, see a lawyer and handle it. Her rant makes her seem unhinged, and makes me wonder if there’s more to the story than she’s telling.

I like this phrase. Thank you.

J Crew, on sale (i <3 their vnecks) and Target.

Biological clock is real. YES I know women can have kids into their 40's (my grandma did) but it’s not being able to actually get pregnant, and carry that pregnancy to term. It’s also you don’t want to be the ‘old mom’ - I would like to relate to my children’s friend’s parents. I’d like to have enough energy to keep

The people at Northbridge are superrrrr aggressive. I always pretend like I can’t hear them and power walk past!

That’s what I was thinking! I was like wow....$1K for lodging and a festival? I mean...I spent $400 on Lollapalooza tickets, plus ubers etc. I’m sure it was close to $1k weekend and I didn’t even leave Chicago!

And you think none of these people (all of whom were probably smokers because of the time) smoked inside? People smoked EVERYWHERE in that period. There just weren’t 10,000 people taking phones of every moment of every second.

I agree. I fly quite a bit. The second passengers walk into an airport, it’s like they lose all sense of common sense and self-awareness. UBER stressed, yelling at TSA agents for following proper procedure, demanding 1:1 service from flight attendants. Unless you’re paying for first class, you’re one of thousands of

If you can, Southwest is honestly the best airline IMO. The customer service is great, the flight attendants are friendly and pleasant, and they send you free drink tickets! And there are no change fees for flights, and their point conversion for free flights is the best (2 RT direct tickets from MKE to DEN during

10/10 would do, preferably at the same, which I’m sure they’d be down for.

As someone who has lived in both Chicago and Milwaukee - people in WI are TERRIFIED of Chicago. Many were surprised I didn’t carry a gun with me. Milwaukee is just as dangerous, if not slightly MORE dangerous than Chicago. Also, I can attest that for both of these cities (same with many major cities) the violence is

My cat Milo loves me. I have known from the moment I brought him home.

I miss smoking the most. I mean, I’ll still do it if I have a couple drinks sometimes, and I was never a heavy smoker (1 or 2 a day if I wasn’t smoking) BUT OMG my favorite smoking times were: In the morning, with my coffee, on my patio and in the evening, drunk, listening to music and drinking wine, also on patio.

Once upon a time, I moved in with my BF of 3 years, we eventually got engaged, and then had a tumultuous breakup due to someone not being able to keep it in their pants (not me, until I was single, of course).