Sorry in advance for another personal drama post.
What a giant fucking waste of time. Are they too busy writing things like, “so-and so’s name is an anagram with the word boner in it” to do some actual fucking writing?
Well, I survived.
Since BP and Hachi are always banishing me to Splinter as punishment for when I disappear for a few days without telling anyone:
Yes, blend it bitch!
Saturday is walking/jogging hopefully 8+ miles (I’m doing a half marathon in like 3 weeks—please kill me).
This was one of the early uses of music videos to tell a whole story.
There is a lot of flip-flop (and feet) anxiety that I have never understood. I just don’t have strong feelings about feet, dirty feet, clean feet, footwear, lack of footwear, plastic or rubber footwear, etc. It’s all fine with me.
OMG. I AM DYING.
I WOULD TRY. Maybe like above the waist stuff only. Lots of nip work.
How did no more student loan debt not at least make it the final four? What the fuck is wrong with everyone here?
When I was in culinary school, I had a chef who was a legit genius when it came to cakes (as in other people who taught the class would tell you how lucky you were to get into his section rather than theirs). He told us the story of a woman calling to ask for a custom cake for a wedding—a standing horse. He told her…
UPDATE: Finally changed the image FIVE HOURS LATER. jfc
Unless Demi Lovato got a neck tattoo...I don’t think that’s her in the top image?
Did anyone see this?
...and I’m wondering how much of his halftime show review Juzwiak already has written. If I were a betting man, I’d say he’s got at least 5000 words ready to go, and he just needs to do a find-and-replace for [first song] [second song] etc.
And another thing! I can spend money on skincare AND books AND shoes! Because I have a real job that doesn’t pay me based how much clickbait I write.
GIIIIIIIIIIIIIRL. I’ve almost finished a bottle of wine. I am so sick and fucking tired of hearing about every. little. fucking. thing. that. hillary. did. SHE IS NOT PRESIDENT. LET’S MOVE ON.