Swooning so hard right now, you guys.

#8 LEMMY, FUCK YEAH!

First of all, this made absolutely zero sense. Second of all, and more importantly, baseball IS romantic. And fantastic. If my boyfriend or anyone close to me gifted me with a baseball that had some kind of significant meaning, I’d be touched because I love the sport and would appreciate the sentiment. I suppose I just don’t see the point in writing a bunch of nonsensical bullshit regarding something you might not “understand” just because the significance doesn’t resonate with you. I can’t comprehend the appeal of “Riverdance”, but who the fuck am I to judge?

All these years I thought Belle & Sebastian were named after Disney characters.

RIGHT?! Even after seeing the firefighters in the last few pictures, my brain is still all “Nope. Does not compute. Definitely photoshopped.”

I loathed Guy Fieri with a FLAMING passion until my friend who works in TV did a shoot with him. She went into it thinking he’d be a total douche (who wouldn’t?), but she was totally floored when he turned out to be one of the all-time nicest, most patient, and generous celebrities she’s ever worked with. Even though the shoot got off to a rocky start (scheduling was tight, crew members were stuck in traffic, yadda yadda) he rolled with it and insisted on dinner and drinks on the house for the entire crew when they were done.

“Well, as for now I’m gonna hear the saddest songs and sit alone and wonder
how you’re making out. But as for me, I wish that I was anywhere with anyone
making out. (wait for it)…YOUR HAIRRRR, IT’S EV-ERY-WHEREEEE! SCREAMING INFIDELITIES and takin’ it’s wear.”  I definitely made a post-break up mix tape in 11th grade and “Screaming Infidelities” was the first AND last song.

WORD.

Didn’t think that went through the first time and posted twice, whoops.

Right?! I was a pretty good kid, but those times when I was cruisin’ for a bruisin’ my mom would totally threaten my ass with a “visit from Sergeant Julu.” Needless to say, that shit worked.