And now…
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… yay seamus…
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Eating onion rings with turquoise nails makes everything better.
The fact that the Ramones are playing in the background doesn’t hurt, either.
Toddlers and Tiaras- S5/Ep.2- Lollipops & Gumdrops (by DanceMomsxxTnT)
This. Oh, wonderful geisha-god, this.
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She’s a biker slut because she’s wearing pants? Go fuck yourself.](http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lygv952q2V1qzxuico1_500.png)
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She’s a biker slut because she’s wearing pants? Go fuck yourself.
I have tonsillitis.
At the moment, that is all.
I can’t seem to catch my breath and I’m having palpitations.
what the hell?!
Today is really fucking frustrating. We have a new system of timekeeping that’s extremely specific and has, count ‘em, two more steps than our last system, which means I’m having a helluva time figuring this out. Add the bonus stresses of the job- its the day of the show, y’all! I’m a woman and therefore not worth listening to, my show lead was late, again, but I couldn’t get the crew started because of the aforementioned reason- and it’s been irritating and stressful having someone explain this new crap to me, calmly and methodically, as though I were a child, which I really hate.
Also, run-on sentences.
Pictures from my literal drive home.
I say ‘literal’ because one hand was on my phone, one on the wheel, one foot on the gas and the rest of my being was busy praying to whatever gods would listen that I didn’t crash whilst trying to take photos of that sky.
I don’t think I did it justice at all, but trust me when I write that it was a perfect cotton-candy-bubble-gum sky. Perfect.
I’m proud to say that I’m a Daiquiri Quinto groupie.
I’ll be making shirts post haste, y’all.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.. since when did they start selling Hard Candy at mother-lovin’ Walmart?! It seems like only middle school when that stuff was the shit and the defining line between edgy gals who knew how to do their make-up and whores.
… and me, who wore lip gloss and powder, on days when I was feeling particularly fancy.
This is a picture I took whilst I was out running errands (read: buying my Iron Man phone case) at Walmart (judge all you want. I’m not swallowing this one too well, myself.)
This is Diana, Wonder Woman, in her uniform as a Star Sapphire. This is, perhaps, the most bizarre action figure of Wonder Woman for a mainstream retailer to carry. Mike’s Comics? Sure. Colosseum of Comics? You betcha. But believe it or not, those fine establishments only carry plain, ol’ red, white and pants-less WW- which they mark the hell up, thereby keeping me from owning her sweet, plastic-thighed, goodness.
What I’m trying to say here is, my birthday is in a month or so and I’d really like a Wonder Woman acton figure.
But not this bullshit. Please. She’s an Amazon. Not a whore.
Thank you.
