Lived the luxury life? What does that even mean?
Lived the luxury life? What does that even mean?
This is so weird. Fat men aren’t any more likely to not be entitled man-babies than any other men.
Anytime, but if you’re single and don’t want to be, well...
Yeah, sometimes the dog isn’t enough and I’ll shamelessly pay for a massage to get some human skin-to-skin contact. It’s very soothing, both because, well, MASSAGE, and because it’s just nice laying there and having someone pet you, more or less. It makes me quite envious of the dog.
The most underrated fictional trope is the free spirited auntie of a certain age, who floats into down with wild gifts and wild stories of her adventures around the world.
I have been reading for almost a year but never posted. Christmas this year has been hard. My Dad is visiting and I’m trying so hard to show him that I am doing OK. He comes every year at Christmas no matter what. So I have to remind myself that even though change feels slow for me it must be pretty dramatic for him.
Then you really ought to avoid Hachi: a Dog’s Tale (with Richard Gere). I will never be able to watch it a second time; I get choked up telling people about it....
It’s questionable whether this is even what the people wanted.
Dock diving! The dogs run down a long dock and jump into a pool. It’s lower impact than other sports so we’ve been having fun with it to keep her active an happy :)
Essentially, the results indicate that for each standard deviation increase in the measured trait, either anxiety or impulsiveness, the odds of being in a higher rating category of muzzle grayness increase 40% to 65%
We haven’t the stomach for the kind of revolution it would take to literally change the history books.
Omg! You used a photo from “Homeward Bound” to go along with this photo?? I’m crying while standing in line at the store. “SHADOW! SHADOW!!” Omg!! Why??
Pardon the cliche but if you ain’t afraid, you ain’t paying attention.
Seriously, though: fuck you, 2016.
I’ve lost my mind at this point. I genuinely hope some of these people are assassinated. I hate myself for feeling this way. It is not a choice.
We did it... unless, of course, Jesus didn’t want us to, say, bake a cake for a gay wedding.
In terms of severity, this is a much different matter than simply smiling for a client you don’t like or going on a trip you didn’t want to go on. You’re right, I’ve done all of those things. Most of it while working in retail, a job which will expose you to some truly vile people.
“Forcing dozens of women to go and perform for this man is without a question going to be problematic.”