I miss the kitten I adopted in my dream.
An excellent, straightforward piece on the need for a higher standard of journalism.
Why do people on Twitter follow me if not for my participation in Sondheim-themed hashtag games?
I really wish my dad hadn’t pointed out how “funny” my dessert looked, because I wasn’t able to eat this without thinking about fellating the chocolate-covered banana. I actually ended up cutting it with a fork out of embarrassment.
Also, I ordered the “black cod” as an entree. You better believe I pronounced that several times in my head before saying it out loud. Rough night.
War Horse (average 3.8 stars): “This is a horse movie with horses about horses, starring horses. If that sounds appealing, you already knew you will love this movie, so go watch it. If it doesn’t… well, the horse-wife will, so watch it anyways, because you will probably be getting some tonight. Almost every scene in this movie has a horse in it, or a drawing of a horse, or they are talking about horses.”
Good one, Louis.
Thanks, Bobby. This was the second-most fun I’ve had on Netflix, just below that time I streamed Rock-A-Doodle.
I am doing God’s work.
My Mom is looking out for me, you guys.
Just palling around with Tumblr celebrity Bobby Finger.
I wanted to write about my trip to New York, but I ended up yammering on about anxiety and facing fears and nothing of value to you, probably. Anyway, Bobby and I had dinner tonight, and it was DELICIOUS.
The Only Winners You Care About.
WE MADE IT.
3 pairs of lashes. No one copy me, okay?
I LOVE MY DEAD GAY SON.
well, I have to reblog this. And, hey have I mentioned this lately?
Don’t judge me. (Taken with instagram)
I HAVE NO IDEA WHY BUT THIS GETS ME EVERY TIME.
I enjoyed this. It’s specific.
My chair feels lumpy.