You Oughta Know. Every time.
@olivebee Nutella can be all the dick it wants because my discovery of Cookie Butter has rendered it essentially dead to me.
The very same reason I'm obsessed with Evan Peters' character in American Horror Story? Probably.
On Aight, BET
Idris Elba makes me incapable of loving anyone else fully.
I'm having a pre law school crisis where all I want to do is listen to rap music, do my nails, and make DIY cutoff shorts. So that's what I'll be doing this weekend.
I am a voracious reader of true crime and horror stories. I google gross diseases and tragic occurrences and then do corresponding image searches, then wish I hadn't, then send friends and co-workers links to them. I'm constantly being scolded by people who would rather not have their days ruined by seeing before and after photos of facial transplants or brutal crime scenes. I do it because I want to know everything. But I mostly do it to force myself into realizing that these things are really going on somewhere out there. Because whether most of us realize it or not, we are generally incredibly desensitized to real crazy shit.
This partly explains why I feel hate for everything my roommate does while I'm cleaning the kitchen and cursing her openly.
@area@twitter I'd be more than happy to have Bill in my kitchen.
My boyfriend and I got into our first sort of fight today trying to apartment search and even though the fight wasn't terrible awful and we made up quickly, it suuuucked. I couldn't even express how amazing the apartment was (EXPOSED BRICK! JACUZZI TUB!) because I was so annoyed. Moving stress is stressful. Let's hope make-up sex is on the agenda.
I assume that was a Seinfeld belly button Hellooo!