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i’m sick today, and thus “working from home”. which means i’m stuck with these fuzzy butts all day long. woo!
i could not resist these shoes once they were on sale. could not! i can haz shoe weakness! now, here’s hoping that i will be able to walk in them…
(via sweethomestyle)
oh.em.gee…
sure, i have seen these before, but on the reals, i would HARVEST AND SELL ORGANS ON THE MOTHERFUCKIN’ BLACK MARKET for these! and then i would spend all day playing with them, fuck yes i would!
i just bought these. you are jealous.
yes, yes i AM JEALOUS!!!! sooooooooooooo jealous. WHERE DOES ONE FIND SUCH FABULOUSNESS? I DO WANT!!!
ok this is cheesy, and kinda nerdy and FUCKING AWESOME!!!
i would do it in a heartbeat if i had the resources (read: kitchen bigger than a shoebox)!!!!
marriage is a patriarchal farce & one hell of a fucked up institution. why so many are working so hard to ‘protect’ something that is “punishment for shoplifting in some countries” from people who are in love and want to take part in said farce despite that fact is beyond me. if you want to strengthen marriage, wouldn’t you want MORE people to get married?
the fact that the government is stepping in and saying what people can and cannot do with their personal, private lives is TERRIFYING. but i guess the anti-gay-marriage contingent wants all the divorces, broken homes and loveless marriages to themselves?
(cool kid points if you guess the quote)
update on the crazy neighbor sitch
so the boy called our property management company yesterday at work. got voicemail. left detailed message about the attempted assault. got voicemail back from our property manager “helen” that said: got your voicemail, returning your call. *click*
i fly into a stabbity rage.
boy finally talks to “helen”. she basically says it’s not their concern and their hands are tied and to call the cops/get copy of our police report. (cops had said it is 100% the landlord’s responsibility until the crazypants assface physically assaults one of us, because apparently attempting to do so doesn’t count?)
i fly into further stabbity rages.
hijinx do not ensue.
how the f do you get a copy of a police report?
the psychotic in the apt. next to mine just attacked the boy
as we got home post-grocery shopping. ran at him with an aluminum chair screaming and swearing and bashing it into the wall.
i called the cops.
can’t.stop.shaking.
Dia de los Muertos > Halloween
(via jgh)
this is 100% CORRECT.
for our dia de los muertos prep i’m about 40% into cleaning the house, then:
- make the salsa
- make the guac (yuck yuck yuck)
- make the drinks (including sangria)
- prep the meat for posole
- decorate the livingroom
- make the gift bags
- setup the table altar
omg!
