what is this? my life?
Awwwww
Is there something wrong with me that I saw that last picture and was like, “UGH! Get OFF me!”
You know what I could do without? Ellipsis abuse. Specifically the perversion of punctuation to imply condescension.
What part of your asshole gland told you it was a good idea to end your catty email with a “Thanks…”? Honestly. I’m fucking dying to know.
A) you’re wrong and B) you chose to be a dick whilst being wrong. So, Imma need you to never do that shit again. Oh, and welcome to the part where I calmly but firmly make it clear to you that you need to get. the fuck. out of my yard.
When it comes to grooming products it’s nice to know that guys are making an effort. But (and this is an important but), there’s a fine line between making an effort and trying way too hard. Case in point: Le Metier de Beaute Custom Limited Edition Fragrance Cuff…
glade plug-ins, you know, for the refined gentleman’s wrist

Hey Girl.
i love her listening face.
apparently i am in love with RM big time today. i’m ok with this.
If I could just hang out with her, possibly at her house, I just know everything would feel better.
The research finds that children with low intelligence are more likely to hold prejudiced attitudes as adults. These findings point to a vicious cycle, according to lead researcher Gordon Hodson, a psychologist at Brock University in Ontario. Low-intelligence adults tend to gravitate toward socially conservative ideologies, the study found. Those ideologies, in turn, stress hierarchy and resistance to change, attitudes that can contribute to prejudice, Hodson wrote in an email to LiveScience.

Sitting in a Media Advocacy class—about 30 Ivy-educated adults—and the professor put up this photograph and asked us who knew what event this was. I was the only person who knew that it was the March for Women’s Lives in 2004, one of (if not the) largest marches on Washington in our nation’s history.
I was there with my family and my closest friends, and I remember it pretty much changing my life, and I remember being horrified the next day when I saw how no one—no one!—covered it. And I remember that changing my life in a different way: the stark realization that the media have the ability to shape our understanding of history, and the responsibility is on each of us to get our message out, because we can’t trust anyone else to do it for us.
There’s a lot of eye-rolling about the capital-I Internet and the advent of Web 2.0, but I can tell you now that if blogging was then what it is now, you all would have known we were there.
Hey, didn’t the Evergreen Women’s Center go to that with the help of the Night That Never Happened fund raising money?





