Holy Shitsnacks! That's *GORGEOUS*!!11! :-D

Holy shit, that dress is unbelievably gorgeous. There's no doubt that you looked unbelievably gorgeous in it.

Beautiful dress! You have great taste.

That is so gorgeous.

The best is her post-performance photo on Twitter - I love her! <3

Well, that can't be a good sign then.

yeah, new to Kinja, dont really get how it works. Mostly I am excited to see that there may be other banana-stab enthusiasts out there! We are not alone!

I am the same way... but I have found this:

Wait til their future girlfriends find out!

You write beautifully, hope you do so in other venues !

I'm still that kid as well. After 15+ years of marriage, husband is finally connecting the dots as to why I don't love camping as much as he does. Because it is MISERY. I mean, my legs are scarred from mosquito bites.

It sounds like we would have been good friends XD That picture is probably from about 1987/1988 judging from the fact that I think I'm about 3 years old there. You should go on an expedition and scan a bunch of old photos!

I want your old house SO BAD. Also, there's something very charming about big old dogs that will do anything for the toddlers they love.

I don't know if this will be helpful to you, but it was helpful to me: I don't think of depression as my real feelings and the struggle to act differently as being fake. I see my depression as a state in which I can't access all my feelings, and I work to regain that access, the way an athlete, after an injury, will…

I was a slutty child.

Thank you :) I have a few gems from that era, but this one is my favorite lol.

tonight my 3 & 6 year olds came barreling up from the basement to wrestle savagely over possession of...a dirty sock. Why? Stop asking stupid questions, Mom, it's a dirty sock and I NEED IT!

Oh, I also was using sharp knives from the time I could pull a chair over to the butchers block. And one lovely time, I was home sick and I had a fever. (My dad worked third shift and was asleep. It was all good, yo. I knew not to answer the door or play with fire or anything else dumb. Well, except for knives.) …

My mom was a postpartum nurse and my older brothers and I spent many days in the waiting room with other kids whose mommies couldn't find babysitters for last minute shift. On one day long visit I heard a woman in labor screaming and moaning like she was being murdered. I have never and will never give birth and this…

I have a picture of me as a child, in my grandmother's house... looking very serious, holding a doll, with a fold up tv tray looped over my arms. There is also a picture of me with a big bright smile looking back over my shoulder whilst wearing my dad's trenchcoat and soft me sized doll tucked into the neck behind…