After years of answering questions about them, my go to answer is now, “I got it because I like it.” Ends the conversation pretty quickly :)

Not that you needed my confirmation, but The Four Seasons is wonderful! Even as a kid I had a crush on Alan Alda. It continues today.

“What does your tattoo say?”
“TATTOO, wHERE!? OH MY GOD HOW DID THAT GET THERE?”

“Why do you have the #28 in roman numerals on your shoulder?”

“It’s how many men I’ve killed.”

make up different stories for each person who asks. get increasingly bizarre with each one.

cause in the end, it nun they damn biznaz.

I like this, I like it a lot. Whenever people ask me what I’ll do if I eventually regret my tattoo I say, “Look, I have all kinds of marks on my body that I didn’t ask for and I don’t like. I have scars, I have stretch marks, funny freckles, weird bumps, whatever. Those are all permanent too. I CHOOSE my tattoo, and I…

Wait, wasn’t Bill Cosby in that? Never mind, I think I’m thinking about “California Suite”.

I shall add it to my list! I read his book “Things I overheard while talking to myself” and it was lovely.

NOT ALAN ALDA! I can’t do anything but love that man...

of course i watched it! i wouldn’t call it a great movie but entertaining and cutesy. i love the cast.

Or the girl with the perpetually broken arm in Pete and Pete!

THAT’S RIGHT! I forgot about the movie. Didn’t have enough of the boy with purple socks. Book was better.

I only know Buffy’s sister as Buffy’s sister. I didn’t even watch Buffy.

The main worst part about this is ascribing arbitrary meaning to an invented term (“fuckgirl”) based on a term she and most of the internet apparently doesn’t understand (“fuckboy”) that has been has been divorced from its origins (AAVE, specifically black rap culture) and warped into some catchall phrase for…

BLAIR WALDORF

I never wear anything but flat shoes and I can roll my ankle in those. I can trip on the pattern of the linoleum.

I assume it passes through the mini black holes in the boots into another dimension.

These are nightmare material. I’d find them in the morning, still in my closet, but with all of the books on my shelves rearranged. And my goldfish gone.

i need to know what happens to the foot when your foot is in them.