I am awestruck, as well, and may be in love. Translation, please?
I am awestruck, as well, and may be in love. Translation, please?
I.... I kind of love Snookie for that.
They won't. The cicadas are basically around to fuck and lay eggs. They do their eating while they're hanging out underground.
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Can I come, too? That movie makes me feel all kinds of dirty, except for the good kinds of dirty.
See, I think that's the problem right there. You can't compare movies like "Moonstruck" and "When Harry Met Sally," which are actually well-written and acted and have themes beyond fluffy romance to movies like "27 Dresses" which are just, well, NOT. They may technically be in the same genre, but the difference in…
I will totally get on board with the You've Got Mail hate. For all the reasons listed. But here's my #1 annoyance with that movie: Meg Ryan spends the whole moving wailing about the plight of the small, locally-owned business and preaching about the evils of the big corporation WITH A FUCKING STARBUCKS COFFEE CUP…
I love lamp.
Ah! I've done that, too! And once, I had these sandals with cut-outs of butterflies and flowers, and I ended up with bright red butterflies and flowers all over my feet, which then peeled and did not look early as cute as it may sound. #notaredheadbuthasredheadskin
Also, when you wear them to go wading in the creek (because, plastic shoes!) they get rocks stuck in the soles but you don't know it and so when you get home you scratch up your mother's nice pine floor and she yells at you and makes you help her re-finish it. Hypothetically.
It's like a Georgia O'Keefe painting in dress form.
Dude behind her has the thousand yard stare. He has seen it all. He has no more horror.
You mean, you HAVEN'T been putting make-up on your labia? I can't leave the house without making sure my muffin is the perfect shade of pink. You never know when someone will want to see it.
Oooooh, I have this exact problem with the woman who reports for NPR from France. She writes good stories; they're interesting; and I change the radio to another station every time she comes on because I can't take the nasal. And I feel like a completely horrible person every time I do it. :(
Looks like a candidate for your next blog post. A retrospective of super-classy masturbation-themed clothing. To the Google machine!
I hated being pregnant. I hated the way I felt. I hated the way I looked. And then my father-in-law would tell me how sexy pregnant women are. Why are pregnant women so sexy? Well, because they can't hide what they've been up to, of course! Creeptastic.