oops, meant #10. Stupid finger day.
oops, meant #10. Stupid finger day.
I need that book from #16. I need it on my shelf…or on my table…or beside me in bed…or wherever else Jack Harkness belongs.
He’s baked out of his mind in this video.
Well of COURSE I got unicorn!
I got Lincoln:
“You certainly don’t give up when times are tough. You are persistent, and that persistance usually pays off. You have a big heart, and an even bigger passion for learning. You may have faced some tough times, but you manage to stay positive and come out on top. You make a difference in this world — big or small. Keep it up. Someday there might be movies made about you.” I’m also fond of stylish hats.
Annnnd…now I’m sobbing.
I’m not a great fan of meats but man are these desserts making my mouth water.
I vehemently disagree about the napping. Napping is brilliant and more societies need to recognize that adults need them as well.
That’s just what I was going to say! :)
His appeal really has little to do with his looks. Are you familiar with the French term jolie-laide? It usually references a woman, but I think it suits him well. It’s used to describe someone unconventionally attractive. He’s not a particularly handsome guy, in fact he’s quite odd-looking, but he’s very sexy. And that’s better than handsome, if you ask me.
You’re so very, very right. He’s just a kid who happens to bear a pretty uncanny resemblance to someone famous. Pre-internet with this kind of thing, he would have been more like, “ha ha, yeah I look like him.” It might have gotten him a few dates and maybe some snide comments from jealous guys, but that would be the end of it. These days this might cause some real trouble. 17 is still quite immature, no matter what 17 year olds think.
#61 is incomplete. Let me fix it:
My butt is my best feature…SO I’LL SHOVE IT IN YOUR FACE!
The only thing with which I disagreed was the chips. I admit I prefer regular chips to wacky flavors.
Yeah, I was thinking he’s a cutie too.
Maybe it is because my mom was a nurse and I have a large, mostly female family, but there was never anything frightening or mystifying about my period. It was just a thing that happened, it was annoying, but it was no big deal. I told my mom when I was first having bad cramps, she said, “well, you’ll probably get it in a few days.” She was right, I asked my older sister for a maxi pad, and that was it. I got lucky in that department I guess.
I would love to be Catherine Tate’s BFF. She and I could do each others red hair and paint our nails red and drink red wine. And I would so love to be John Barrowman’s hag. We could talk about David Tennant’s butt while making our matching costumes, and I could ask him if he was a good kisser.
The only one I found disturbing was the condom one, and that wasn’t the teacher’s fault.
Hey…Philip Glass isn’t classical.
My husband always says he doesn’t care, but I personally found it painful to have sex when I had it. Now that I’m on the pill I only get one day of very light spotting a month and no cramps so it isn’t an issue, but before I was on the pill I just couldn’t get in the mood during it, ever.
So I have kind of an odd feeling about this. I am white as white can be. My heritage is of Scandinavian and Celtic ancestry, yet for a short period of time in my early 20’s, I dyed my red hair black when I was in a bit of a goth phase. Apparently this gave me an Asian or at least half Asian look, I guess due to my kind of almond-shaped eyes, though I never really saw it, but people routinely assumed I was Japanese or Korean (the largest Asian nationalities concentrated in my town) and have been somewhat subjected to misplaced racism from people who assumed I wasn’t entirely white. Like people who assumed I didn’t speak English (???) call me a “fat chinky bitch” when I was doing nothing more than standing in line at a supermarket with my boyfriend, who was technically less white than me, being 1/4 Native American and all. I’m not saying I get it entirely, but I have at least a little bit if an idea. And it isn’t good. I’ve had fetishist guys lose interest in me entirely once they found out I wasn’t going to satisfy their yellow fever. Now that I’m back to my natural hair color, that nonsense stopped. And I don’t know if that makes me feel better or worse about the world.
Don’t care, still love my kitties.
I have a Felicity doll and an Addy doll from the years they were released. They’re in near-perfect condition. I have the 6 books for both, creased a bit but in good condition. I also have Felicity’s blue Christmas gown. I guess I have something to sell if I’m ever really hard up for cash, but I’d have to be on the verge of losing my house to give them up.
I want to read some of these trashy books. They gotta be better than 50 Shades of Crap.
Eh, I still think he’s just ok.