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AHAHA this is amazing.

Oooo I want to hear those!

dear god susan sarandon is one beautiful woman. boobies and all.

i fucking love this game. a friend introduced it to me roughly a week and a half ago and i cannot stop playing. the little kitties fill the void in my kitty-less life (not allowed to have cats in our apartment). i snap too many photos, am over joyed with the morning silver and gold fish haul, and yes, pissed the fuck

oh god me too. its incessant. recently i was driving home and just could not leave the inside of my mouth alone. rational me was like, “fucking stop. stop. dear god, please. please stop. STOP. fuck.” and it continued on that was for the whole half an hour, causing me pretty great distress. i’ve been doing this off and

i feel real, real badly for the people who own that actual victorian house here in san francisco. last year i worked at a store close by and used to park by it. tourists swarm it. they take photos, block traffic, pose on the steps and at the front door.

maybe she identifies as british now.

zayn makes me uncomfortable because he looks like a slightly younger version of a guy i shared a brief, awkward fling with. like, seriously, just about spot on. it’s creepy and makes my heart feel weird.

wait, but i just don’t get why he was such an asshole about such a lovely, thoughtful gift! i feel like his bad energy made for a shitty game. his fault! clearly!

what. WHAT. dear god. can you explain the “treatment” a little more? what the fuck *was* that?

nooooooooo holy hell i’m sorry. was your mom generally a mean person?

omg noooo. did she ever apologize for that horrid statement? i’m so sorry.

...i’m 5’1” amd 135. your dad sounds awful. i’m sorry :(

what is with grandma’s and commenting on weight? my grandma does the same thing and has been rudely called out by cousins and ignored by many.

i watched it in a college class but i remember not liking it at the time. i’ll have to revisit it.

agreed! bill was my favorite :)

this is exactly what i do, too! my hair loves it. when you rinse, do you simply rinse with water? i only ever get it wet on the day i am washing it. i’ve heard of people adding apple cider vinegar to their rinse water on non-shampooing days. anyway, just curious!

the one about your dad is especially awful. jesus christ.

god i hatehateHATED (but also totally loved) those scary stories books. the drawings are pure horror. once i was reading one in class and someone sneezed and i slapped the book shut unintentionally. shit was scary. when the kids i nannied brought one home from the school library a couple years ago i stayed away from

i visited gettysberg as an eighth grader in 2003. you’re right in that it’s beautiful. i was really captivated by the spring colors california doesn’t quite provide. we stayed one night at a hotel on the edge of a giant battlefield. i never saw a thing but sensed heaviness out there in the deep black emptiness. i