Julie Andrews AND FUCKING CHRISTOPHER PLUMMER OKAYYY. Seriously, watching the SOM as a young child probably really screwed me up: distant, arrogant men are super attractive! (see also: Pride & Prejudice).
I always (I think I see SOM every year or so, at least a part of it) sing along with Climb Every Mountain as loud and shrill and out of tune as possible (not that that takes any effort).
Because I have been in similar situations and did nothing I give this gift to all the young readers out there:
Wow, wow, wow. I did this to a guy I liked during an AP exam. At first I thought you might be the same dude and I was psyched to say "hi Gary" but then I realized it wasn't during the history test, it was biology. Or maybe it was the Regents test. And stuff definitely happened; I lost my virginity to him a week…
Yeah, she is either a benzene-spewing puff adder, or has benzene-spewing puff adders for attorneys, because they keep coming up with this bullshit. It's not enough to make bazillions off your fucking organic diapers etc, you have to attack people like Honest Toddler?
Um, I don't know Colin, let me tell you a story about a stubborn young girl who hated sports and didn't like learning about things that she hated
It's because
Empire's Bryshere Gray—aka Hakeem Lyon aka Yazz—appeared on The Wendy Williams Show today in advance of Wednesday's…
I need more info on your car situation.
*dysmorphia. I don't know what dye morphia is but I probably have that, too.
Oh. My. God. I was walking by a mirrored building recently and I thought I saw my mother out of the corner of my eye.
I've heard of FUPA. I'm off to urbandictionary to look up gunt (I'm already doing that squinty look I do when I don't like what I'm reading)...
Oh geez I'm already the Practical Earth Mother. I don't even care about the cat hair anymore. My husband usually tries to catch me an ineffectually lint roller me on the way out the door but he will soon embrace it too. I need to get myself a big floppy hat!
I'm an amalgamation of several of these already, and I AIN'T ASHAMED. (sort of)
I was cracking up at the absurdity of these until I got to Big Museum Earrings lady. Then shit got suddenly very, very real.
I named my cat after Isa!