I wonder if The Vegan Cheetah cares that his guitar is most likely not vegan? Most stringed instruments are made with hide glue or other animal-based glues, plus many guitars have inlays made from mother-of-pearl.
I wonder if The Vegan Cheetah cares that his guitar is most likely not vegan? Most stringed instruments are made with hide glue or other animal-based glues, plus many guitars have inlays made from mother-of-pearl.
Just wanted to say that Bobby’s #Texit made me unreasonably happy. Thank you, that is all.
Hey, y’all. I’m kind of bummed tonight because I’ve been trying to figure out how to set up a small business to sell my pottery (currently just a hobby, but I’d like to make it a career). The problem is that I just seem to keep coming up against obstacles: it’s going to be expensive to get going, it’s going to be slow…
I spend a lot of my time on UC Davis campus (not as a student) and people are NOT HAPPY with the chancellor — I’d say the Davis community in general is kind of pissed because we want to be proud of our university and Chancellor Katehi gets more bad press than she ever has good. I’m interested to see if any large…
I also wonder if there was a history of bullying here. I was on the receiving end of similar “games” as a kid and it was always embarrassing and alienating. So I'm kind of inclined toward that explanation. But it still seems like something that should warrant detention or suspension AT MOST (and a suspension still…
My mom used to volunteer as a docent at a local nature area and told me about the time one of her fellow docents was giving a talk on medicinal uses for plants. She said some people use bay laurel when they have stuffy noses because it can help clear the sinuses (I cannot verify this, I’ve never tried because of this…
A few years ago I often got calls from a number in my home area code (I was away at college) asking for Janice (not me). All of the calls went to voicemail because I was always in class when they called. The messages were always about the smoke alarms in their office and how they were malfunctioning in some way. Then…
“With life-like hair and beard.” Spot on.
I was part of a conversation in which several undergrads were arguing about what the words “lamb” and “mutton” meant.
The Franz’s work always seemed like (from admittedly limited exposure to his works — I’ve only read excerpts) that it’s the sort of up-its-own-ass-with-love-for-The-Craft-of-Writing literary fiction circle jerk that I can’t stand to read.
Hugs right back at you, lady. You take care of yourself. :)
This is so well said. Thank you. :)
God yeah. It’s a pretty specific look.
Oh yeah, I recognize that there are all sorts of tricks that go on during photo shoots, from posture to wardrobe to lighting. And with a little effort and the right positioning I can minimize that stuff too, but somehow I still feel bad that I can’t look like that all the time. Like, my rational brain knows that most…
I feel kind of bad admitting this, but when I see plus-size modeling campaigns I feel kind of bitter and sad for one reason: almost every plus-size model I can think of from a major campaign has a flat/nearly-flat stomach (or is at least photoshopped to look like they have one). So I’m torn between trying to be happy…
In prose: come. In sexts/dirty notes: cum. I can't justify why I feel this way, though.
When I saw the name “Lace” in the headline I didn’t really think it was a strange name. Thought maybe it’s short for Lacie or something, whatever. Then Third Person Lace happened and now it feels like literally the strangest name on the planet.
Well, we didn’t win Saturday’s drawing, but I think we’ll definitely be getting in on Wednesday’s.
I am so sorry to hear that. :( I hope you’ve found some awesome people since then (and an even better DnD group). I will say one of the few positives about my assault is that it helped me separate out the dead weight friends-wise (is that horrible to say?) and the few friends I have now are super.
Absofuckinlutely. After my sexual assault, most of my friends: gas lighted me and told me I was making a big deal over nothing; acknowledged that it sucked but why hadn’t I forgiven him yet?; or just didn’t know what to do to help me and awkwardly avoided talking about it. It was an incredibly lonely and damaging time.