Holy moly, SO. MUCH. SQUEE. I would like to cuddle BOTH of those cuties. Fuzzy wombat belly! Adorable ginger being adorable with his wombat named Douglas!

haha I thought that as well, because I, too, am addicted to PetFinder and looking at dogs I can't adopt (but wanting one SO BAD).

Less cute when the cat you're catsitting deliberately knocks your iPhone onto the floor, causing its screen to shatter...which is what happened to me this weekend.

Nope. He's never ever done that before...but he's pretty tidy (ex. he smells his paws after he does his business and, if he smells something he doesn't like, he'll wipe them off on the grass. Don't ask me how he learned to do this haha).

He may be a dope, but he's my dope.

*hugs* I'm so sorry you were hurt in this way - I can't even imagine what you must be feeling right now. But no walking into traffic! Drink some wine (or whatever your drink of choice), snuggle your dog, talk to someone ANYONE. Cry. Scream. Listen to sad music. Take it one day at a time.

Change that to "then fuck" and you assume correct.

He posted this on his Tumblr the other day and I got googly-eyed for him all over again. He's adorable, but more than anything, I want to get a beer and enthuse over weird music/art/poetry with him. Is that weird?

Except for the furs, I don't see a single article of clothing I wouldn't wear in this collection. Those glasses may not work for my face, but I want them anyway. The one-shoulder white gown is stunning, as is the navy dress with the lace sleeves/satin collar. *grabby hands*

Some of them are a bit Church Lady-esque (those patterns are veering into carpet-sofa territory)...but the silhouettes are really pretty. I want that long black dress and that tweed(?)-ish skirt suit - the texture and color combination of purpley-grey and olive green is just so beautiful.

So Steve's comments are particularly telling - and what I'm getting from this is that frat bros are so insecure about themselves and their masculinity that they feel the need to not only ply the women at their parties with tons of alcohol but also this insidious kind of power-play: "But your party theme can't just be…

Say you're hosting a party in your closet (what the what???) - and you had a particularly vicious frenemy. I'd imagine there'd be a lot of insincere "oh, whoooops, I just spilled my ridiculously expensive Bordeaux allllll over your White Cashmere Rack. My bad. What. A. Shame."

Oh my goodness, I can see how that would make you want to stay away from Leia references at all costs. Glad my dad, fan as he is, never made me do that.

"Celebrating" as a single lady so my plans include: cooking myself a nice meal, wine, making a chocolatey dessert, Netflix, and cuddling with my co-worker's cat who I'm catsitting for a couple weeks. All in all, a rather delicious way to spend a Thursday night. I'm excited.

Why, though? I doubt that was the intention behind the dress...but, at the same time, isn't fashion just reimagining ideas/concepts? Then again, I love Star Wars so the fangirl in me was really excited at the reference.

Oh man - that oughta teach me to read the descriptions first. I was too excited to look at the clothes. But yesss, I'm going to be so excited to see it on the red carpet...but also really really jealous that it wasn't me wearing it.

For some reason, the stunning all-white gown with the elbow sleeves and black belt is reminding me of Princess Leia. I love it despite (but mostly because of) that, but now I want to wear that dress and kick some Empire ass.

Oh man. Marion Cotillard is gorgeous as always, even though I don't quiiite understand her dress (otoh, the color!). All those handsome, dapper-as-fuck men. And JESUS, Helen Mirren is flawless.

This is so stupid. Her hair is adorable and who gives a flying fuck about "spectrum of natural color"? Ughhhh. Cry me a freaking river, school administrators. It's her HAIR. It's not, like, a face tattoo or something (not that I have a problem, per se, with face tattoos but on the grand scale of "distracting", a face…

haha I was preparing to be all "what? How did you get that dress? You lucky jerk!" then I read the rest of your comment.