Okay. So. I'm having kind of the awkwardest issue ever right now. Awkward enough that I don't know if I even want to talk to my friends about it. Or, God forbid, talk to Kay about it. Thing is, this is probably pretty normal. I'm just backward enough that it's never happened to me before ( Read more... )

So you know how like stay-at-home moms are always like "ZOMG I JUST NEED TO TALK TO SOMEONE WHO IS NOT THREE FEET TALL WITH A SNIFFLY NOSE. THESE CHILDREN DAMMIT. I NEED TO TALK TO REAL PEOPLE ( Read more... )

So things. I have weird issues. My knee-jerk reaction to being "dumped" (and I use that word even though it doesn't feel quite right because B and I were never actually in an official relationship) is to do drastic things to my hair or leave the country for a while ( Read more... )

1. I can officially cover my whole face with one of the cups of my bra. I have lost weight since school started (I don't have time to eat any more- what is this nonsense, I miss my cookies and ice cream binges) but my boobs have gotten bigger. HOW DOES THAT EVEN HAPPEN ( Read more... )

I fuckin hate text messaging. HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE. I cannot interpret text message joking, text message pissed off, etc, etc, etc. I have enough of a hard time trying to interpret people in person. I'm not autistic, but I am singularly unobservant/less intuitive than most of my female counterparts. Paying all of my attention ever ever ever to ( Read more... )

It's 3 in the morning and I should probably just shut up and go to bed, but while I'm up and thinking about celebrity men and shit, I'm gonna write this down because I've had this thought several times in the last week and I don't want to forget it (retarded as that sounds ( Read more... )

Because in the past 24 hours, I have read the entirety of The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins and Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins and 111 pages of Mockingjay by the same ( Read more... )

This guy wrote his entire 3500-word final essay on public restrooms ( Read more... )

• They're comfier than normal pants
• Unlike normal pants, they still fit after a significant weight gain
• They make plain t-shirts look cute
• And wearing ugly but super-comfy exercise sneakers totally acceptable and even, when done correctly, hot
• They're generally made of lycra and jersey cotton, the two most amazing and soft fabrics in the whole world

I just watched the episode of 30 Rock with Jon Hamm.

He is such a fucking beautiful hot mess in that show that it makes me want to cry...

Tears of sexual frustration.

What can I say? I like my men hot and fucked up.

(I seriously need to stop it with this show. I think my last 5 posts have been about it.)