You know what did work for King Canute? His buddy was about to beat his time and make the first beachhead on fair Albion. KC chopped off his hand and threw it to shore, so he would be the first to touch land. That's why we call him King Canute.
You know what did work for King Canute? His buddy was about to beat his time and make the first beachhead on fair Albion. KC chopped off his hand and threw it to shore, so he would be the first to touch land. That's why we call him King Canute.
i was really hungover today and i had a moment of real job appreciation where i was like, oh hell yes i am "at work" and writing a headline about barf
Lohan puts the Quit in mosquito. (sorry, i'll show myself out now.)
Pretty sure I have on "Belize" as we speak, which may go part of the way towards explaining why I was never in a sorority.
Double post. The gif stays.
No one is supposed to wear SAGE, bitch. WHAT NEXT?!
Too BLUE. We can't have any blue-tones ruining our cohesive look.
I want the Sage Sisterhood to be a thing yesterday please. We can make jackets and everything.
SAGE IS TOO GREEN OMG HOW CAN YOU EVEN SAY THAT. #rude
On another paint swatch. Enough of these posts, and I'm that we will find the Sage Sisterhood. Don't fret!
Jen might be the best at making facial expressions to accompany the lips that I've seen.
Interesting because our ed accused us of being narcissists which seemed very odd but just in case I went to see a couple of therapists, talked to family, took tests and came to the conclusion that she made it up as a justification for cutting us off. There was no drama, not fights, or bad words, no asking to take…
You don't get to go to the theater and hand people your own script.
I almost died yesterday because it wasn't Monday and I needed my Kitchenette fix. NEEDED it like Nightmare Phone Girl needed her phone.
Yeah, I'm in a similar boat. I liken it to an amputation. It hurts and you notice that the limb is missing, but some relationships are so poisonous, that you need to get rid of the gangrene.
It's been more than ten years, I often feel sad about it, but I never regret it.
That's my mother-in-law.
That's a very hard call to make, I had to do this with my sister, or rather with the personality disorder that used to be my sister. Hardest thing I've done, really. I loved her so much, but she's gone, replaced by this PD. Sickness.
Fiendish curiosity has me by the throat regarding that e-mail now, though.