Spencer Pratt is an asshole.

This is the kind of thing where life imitates art and both are the worse for it.

this makes me so uncomfortable to hear about, i cannot even watch the video. i’m cringing so much.

Act like a lady, completely fuck up like a man.

Go if you think it will lift your spirits, but don’t go out of guilt. Do whatever makes you feel happiest and the least stressed. Best wishes for a healthy 2016 to you and your wife! It sounds like she’s on a good path to making it a better year.

Have you ever read Sideways Stories from Wayside school? By Louis Sachar. I loved that at that age, it’s about a wacky school and I’m pretty sure each chapter is a different kid’s story, so it doesn't feel like a lengthy novel to tackle.

I’ll probably get lost in the greys, but a few SNS’s ago I posted about having a crush on a cute guy with a beard who makes candles, and GUESS WHAT! I managed to slyly give him my phone number and we’ve been on a few dates! And it’s going well! I’m so excited!

Hi Jezzies!

How about “and I thought you were a dick. Turns out we are both right!”. Too much?

I’m gonna show off a little tonight. Mr. Bells’ office just had their holiday party, Oscar Night themed. I decided to go all-out and whipped this up in a week.

For some weird reason, my father told me that if you cut off your belly button, your butt would fall off. This fucking fascinated me, and I would spent way too much time thinking about what the inner workings of the human body could possibly be to make sure a thing happen.

Aaawwww.

I’m still trying to work up the nerve to ask someone out for coffee. That’s about the only embarrassing I’m doing this holiday. Spazzing.

By “Holiday” do you mean the Good Friday when I hooked up with super hot Alex? Or the Easter Sunday when I met him at the family brunch and learned he was my dad’s half-sister’s son?

Mine was a quasi-hookup, but bear with me. These dudes who lived together in a house while attending college were close-knit so they had a “post-Christmas” in February, in one of the dudes’ ranch in the countryside. I was invited by my BFF, one of the dudes’ girlfriends, and I was newly single, so I went. There was…

Watching that monster cry and shake was the closest thing to any kind of justice I’ve felt in a long while. Fuck him and may the brave women who shared their stories find peace.

Disliking popular things doesn’t make you more interesting.

I am going to use this opportunity to shamelessly brag about the pies that I did, in fact, make by hand from scratch. It took about 2.5 days and a lot of fucking butter.

Reporting from DAKAR. (I always say it with her...)

You need to do what’s best for you. If you can’t deal with it right now, then tough titties for her. You can’t be her emotional support for everything.