I assume it’s just the way our brains are wired. I still think about awkward things I’ve said and did that happened years ago, sometimes decades ago. I really wish I could find a way to let things go because I think I’d be a lot happier for it.
I turn 37 on Friday and still feel guilty for making my mom wait in line for Space Mountain at Disney World and then chickening out at the moment we were about to get on the ride. I was 7.
Shit, I do that with jokes that are well received too. “Were they laughing just to make me feel better?” “Did I laugh too long?” “Did I let the joke go on too long?” “Do they think I only made it to get attention?” “Was that one person who laughed a little less than the others offended?” “Were they really offended by…
I still cringe about things I did in 2nd grade.
i searched for a picture of the hero and found this:
Talented, brave, he seems to have the whole... um... package.
Dude.
He fucking looks like an angel, too. Like wtf.
Is there a photo of the ballet angel?! I am picturing his perfect posture as he jetéed onto the subway platform again.
Not a weird thing to say to the bitch asking you hard questions. He knows she has a daughter and he wants her to know that he knows. That was a threat, make no mistake.
The death threats aren’t half of it- she works in state government and was told she’d lose her job if she decides to campaign against King because it would be eliminated due to “budget cuts.” They literally did the “nice job you got, hate to see anything happen to it” to her
studio arts at Bard had a strong lazy rich kids who wanted to do the minimum amount of work contingent
I watched a documentary on QEII last night, and her coronation seems less complicated and exhausting.
They’ll have children and do Instagram gender reveals, name reveals, astrological sign reveals, etc. They’ll design a children’s clothing line.
She majored in sculpture at Bard?
Strangely, one of those descriptors stands out as a massive enabler of all the rest. She should have just said “trust fund baby.”
I feel just a little bit bad for them. Obviously they crave attention like a drug, and you never get more attention than at your wedding.*
Their daddy had money.