There will often come a point in the day when I simply channel En Vogue and ask myself in exasperated silence, “Why oh why must it be this way?”
Funky Divas unite.
There will often come a point in the day when I simply channel En Vogue and ask myself in exasperated silence, “Why oh why must it be this way?”
Funky Divas unite.
Remember when everyone thought using a cel phone at the gas station would blow the whole place up?
Seems like such a long, innocent time ago…
Echoing this fun post with a feline twist, here we have another jab at all those weirdos with a hugely unjustified persecution complex.
Seeing co-workers in the office elevator: not a nod of recognition.
Seeing co-workers in a random store: hi bestie!!!
Seriously, the Republican Party is weird.
Especially the top two tiers of that crazy ticket.
“In time every sad ending becomes happy.
A sad ending only exists because the author stops telling the story.
The story goes on, it is just untold.”
This seems wildly inappropriate for a children’s shirt.
The children are our future.
Teach them well and let them lead the way.
I was a brat before Charli XCX was even born.
I miss the days when we’d have to actually call someone a fucking dickwad to their face to get a point across, instead of just leaving them on ‘delivered’ or ‘read’.
Communication is key.
Part of me simply doesn’t trust a no-bake recipe.
Oh, I know they’re safe and I’ve made more than a few to extremely-limited acclaim (Hello ice box cake! Hello Banana Trifle!) but part of me will always be skeptical.
Need to work on trust issues, especially in the kitchen…