Marie, 25, Chicago
With USPS going bankrupt, no longer is it reliable to get knocked up by the mailman.
Instead, I opt for an upgrade: a solid company with a single slogan.
Yes.
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Found hat. Found scarf. Wool Ralph Lauren jacket from Salvation Army. White tee. Typical black jeans. H&M cheapo shoes. And a sly smile for the 3 o’clock drop off.
Simply Beautiful
Tres Trill.
an R&B priest who went by Ginuflekt and he recreated D’Angelo’s “How Does It Feel” video as part of some Christinaity rebrand?
Like, just a really sexy, muscly dude singing while he’s covered in baby oil and then they pan out and he’s actually Jesus on the cross and you have to think about your boner.
This woman gets me.
Michele Bachmann
Like, I know it’s funny to make fun of these people because they’re so audaciously, genuinely incompetent (and who doesn’t like bullying stupid people with huge egos?), but holy shit, this is the woman politician getting the most attention in the country right now. Can we take a moment to be terrified of that?
Obviously there are women out there busting their asses and doing a good job of representing the people who elected them into office, but there are fewer of them, cause they don’t get elected (100 US senators, 17 women). And instead of throwing a fucking parade for the people who wake up every morning and step into some political building trying, in earnest, to change anything in this country (because they believe they can! and believe in people!) our culture instead chooses to focus on Michele Bachmann. This human abortion we’re forced to pay attention to.
Some days it’s like, whatever, not me, not my problem, but other days I want to set the planet on fire and chill in a space station with a laptop and some Easy Mac.
(via drinkyourjuice)
yes please, times a million.
(via chadhaus)
Daphne: wow, thats great
what could you even fit in those drawers though?
me: secrets and condoms
Daphne: knives
me: maybe a gun
shot gun, even
This is amazing.
Marie, 25, Chicago
Today I was inspired by my accidental sleep on Grace and Kemi’s couch. I grabbed some boots from Kemi’s closet, socks I stole from my sister, some black UO jeans from yesterday, plain white T from yesterday, and a wool blazer procured from Grace, who purchased it from Etsy. My glasses are made in China, and my hair has only recently decided to look hip. No makeup.
I started yet another blog. Satire. SATIRE.
Goals for November:
1. Figure out way to get a dog that will pay its share of rent.
2. Tell neighbors that their music is fucking awful and interrupts my ability to wake at 7am everyday.
3. Be the happiest human alive.
