October is apparently Manic Month, and I don’t even know why, because astrologyzone is down.
Which means I have all these words in my head and nowhere to put them.
Why not here?
First thought: how does someone obsess over Strangers With Candy in her or his formative years and then grow up a dogmatic Christian?
Discuss.
Sitting in the waiting room of an urgent care because I coughed through the night, woke up with a nosebleed, and feel like my throat is actually closing up.
This is literally the only legitimate excuse I feel a woman can have for not wearing makeup in public.
And I’m admitting this here because I’m tired of internalizing this sexism, y’all.
“The concept is simple. Take a blank sheet with nothing but the basic outline of a pinup girl and illustrate a unique scene around her.”
Drawrings.
(via itisponytailtime)
Thinking about wanting to paint.
Hello, been a while. Two things
1. It appears that all my younger sisters have warped body images. Maybe ALL WOMEN DO.
2. Is it bad that I have the oven temperatures of various different brands of frozen pizzas memorized?
Okay. Maybe this is ridiculous. And a testament to where, exactly, my emotional priorities are right now. But, on KEEPING UP WITH THE KARDASHIANS, it REALLY bothers me when people are mean to Bruce.
Erniebirdbomb made this with other friends and notable companions, and it’s a really good understanding of the Titanic.
THE TITANIC PROJECT. NOW ACCEPTING VIDEOS.
(Source: itisponytailtime)
Lost six pounds in one week. Weight Watchers is not just for middle-aged church ladies. It is also for me.
I’m getting so excited about Bonnaroo! Toys keep arriving in the mail. Here are most of them, tool-ish in nature, but you know what? I’ve found that most douche-baggy things have fun at their roots.
I am beautiful and my nails look FIERCE. This newfound confidence absolutely comes from my belated discovery of RuPaul’s Drag Race.
