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Samesies. My dad and I both quit and don’t look back. My mom and partner would cut a bitch given the guilt-free opportunity to have another cigarette.

I liked the touch of crazy her short-lived character brought to Weeds. Because that show didn’t have enough crazy with Nancy Botwin marrying a DEA agent, or playing house with a Tijuana drug kingpin.

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I’ve tried resisting but I can’t help but link this. I know it’s OT. :( sorrynotsorry.

I like that Wookie.

He has these random moments of clarity where he appears to be an empathetic human being with a twisted, yet smarmy, sense of humor. And as if he has Sundowners, he quickly reverts back to his abhorrent, selfish, degenerate personality.

Wait, shaved armpits is acceptable but chest hair isn’t? I am so confused...

I once dated a really attractive guy, but quickly realized he was dumb. The intellectual connection was non-existent. My friend compared him to a couch. “Couches look nice and are great to sit on, but you don’t talk to the couch.”

Duck lip posing is still a thing?

Did Kantor and Twohey’s article have named sources as well? Or was it only Farrow’s?

I can’t get over Olympia’s eyes. They are absolutely gorgeous!

Sidenote: I’ve taken up genealogy recently and have found the Germans passed down their names crazy often.

It could be family tradition with sons they are giving a hat tip to. Or maybe a cultural thing? But I admittedly know nothing of which I speak. Maybe somebody can weigh in?

Denial is a powerful thing, as is the power of one’s hope in their issues disappearing.

That, and obesity making it less likely they would seek help. But that’s just a guess.

This is perfect for her right now, what with her recent health concerns (fibromyalgia IIRC). This allows her to perform without the rigors of the road. I’m really, really happy for her; fibromyalgia is no joke and this sounds like the best case scenario.

On top of all the horse shit that happened with the orange cheetoid in chief this year...

This used to be my favorite color. I was 12 and it was 1991. I had biker shorts tie-dyed this color.

*Barney Purple. Fixed that for ya.

I can’t think of worse timing for a release about the sexual shadiness of a filmmaker, done by someone who has been repeatedly accused of sexual misconduct, during a time rife with sexual misconduct throughout the entertainment industry.