I want a sybian so bad. They’re fucking pricey.
Damn. A lot of these dresses make the girls look like two-fer-a-nickle whores. Love how Janelle Monae totally steals the photo from LeaDiva Michele just by being in the background.
I got my rook done 20 years ago. The sound it made when the needle went through was the worst part. It’s still my favourite piercing.
The model in the Vera Wang dress (#16) looks absolutely skeletal. Disappointing and gross.
You flick a booger. You flip off the paparazzi.
Best. Quiz. Ever.
Yes, as a matter of fact, I did major in English.
Dead on. (Stood beside M. Ruffalo in the subway once. He can’t be more than 5’6 tops. Still taller than me, so I’m good with that!)
Sloths. Sloths need to be on this list. That said, I want an Ocelot so bad, man!
This is just cruel, dude.
Ahhh, the rennet. Most vegetarians (when I was one—for several years, thanks, not just 6 months) didn’t even know what rennet is or chose to “not count” it. I was constantly told I was insane for checking cheese labels.
Ahh, but those janky arugula leaves are so delicious! (Also, I did totally roll my eyes at the avocado one. And I am Californian. Well played.)
So over this bish.
Absolutely spot on. I haven’t worked retail xmas in years, but I still hate the holiday season after doing so many of them in my younger days. xmas music makes me want to stab everyone. I make it a point to try to finish my shopping before Thanksgiving. If I can’t do that, then it’s online. I will not set foot in a mall between Thanksgiving and mid-January. I feel I owe that to the poor people who still have to deal with retail xmas season.
Ahhh, a moment of silence for Reese Witherspoon’s original teeth, before the giant chopper veneers.
Aww, I liked Felicity’s short hair!
I had that Barbie Dream House. It was *awesome.*
Very well written, and unfortunately very familiar as well. I was drugged at my local bar but managed to catch it before things went too pear shaped. Since I was a regular there, a waitress drove me home almost immediately and I slept for several hours. When I woke up, I called a friend and she told me we’d talked all about it the night before. No memory. I consider myself very, very lucky.
The bosom button can also be accomplished with a simple post-style earring.
I hate that I find him attractive. I prefer to think it’s envy because of his perfect skin, bone structure, and lip-shape.