So, am I the only one that is freaked out by this commercial?
Although I must admit that if my Facebook App did this I would probably click “like.” Ag
well, wellthatsjustgreat. that’s. just. great. I may not sleep tonight. Or ever again.
I’m not back to 100% on the sparkle scale yet but how could I refuse Monkeyfrog. And yes, I’m surrounded by books. And yes, I reupholstered that chair behind me. And yes, I’m sitting on the floor. And no, I don’t have on pants.
and totally unrelated: HOLY SHIT YOU’RE GORGEOUS!
Back atcha sexy!! And I would totally buy you that wedding band you want if we were married. OK, I have to go squee and blush and squee a lot now cause someone called me gorgeous.
Dinner's Ready
When I’m in NOLA I do all of the cooking. I don’t mind because I like to cook for others, although I have a little sad moment on occasion when people assume that going home means mom’s home cooking. I actually learned to cook mostly from my dad and PBS cooking shows. The first thing dad taught me to cook was spaghetti sauce in that giant dutch oven in the picture. But this isn’t a tale of what I cooked in those pans but how they came to be in my possession.
I’m not back to 100% on the sparkle scale yet but how could I refuse Monkeyfrog. And yes, I’m surrounded by books. And yes, I reupholstered that chair behind me. And yes, I’m sitting on the floor. And no, I don’t have on pants.
OH MY GOD!!! CBS actually produced and is promoting this mashup:
Frosty the Snowman with audio from How I Met Your Mother. NPH is a dirty, dirty snowman.
ARB because I actually know someone who used to have a whip guy
But if you love semicolons? I won't judge.
(via piscesinpurple)
Ditto. Now, if anyone insists on putting two spaces after a period, then I will not only judge but strongly recommend public humiliation.
I work in one of those archaic legal environments where they still use the two spaces for client work. But in my little corner of the universe I’ve been eradicating them. I’m such a rebel.
I friend took some amazing pics of dumpsters this summer and now I can’t pass one without taking a second look. Interesting patterns and I suppose symbolic of urban decay and renewal. (Central Park, NYC 2009 by me)
This made me kind of giggle/frown this morning. While I would love to be in a relationship, I’m not suffering being alone. Except maybe the night before last as I tried to get out of bed and realized that even in my small studio apartment I was too dehydrated and weak to get to a glass of water. I can see the frickin kitchen from my bed. So I had a brief little pity party, hugged my pillow and went back to sleep.
