Here’s my today’s present to myself.
elisemesner: Jack Johnson battles the Victorian-era robot “Boilerplate,” ca 1910’s
is this futurama
is this tekken
The referee(?) is just looking at the cameraman like, “We’re really doing this shit?”
who is she
how did they manage to photograph this ghost
If Cousin It had a dog.
I am typing this on behalf of my partner right now, as ey are too overwhelmed to do it emselves. Right now ey is in an extremely dangerous situation that could very easily escalate into physical violence, and since I live in another country, I am…
Once in high school I was making breakfast and I must have skipped dinner the night before, because while I was cutting up my grapefruit I suddenly got really dizzy. I was also hot and thirsty, but kind of disoriented, so instead of splashing some water on my face, or eating some grapefruit or anything else really, I started smearing grapefruit juice all over my face. I think I might have been on the floor? Just sitting on the floor, rubbing grapefruit juice all over my face.
No one was there to witness this humiliation, but it was a horrible moment, because I realized exactly how little it took to reduce me to a barely functioning pile of meat.
So here I am, a decade later, scrolling through Tumblr, minding my own business and I find Louis “Dirtbag Spice” Tomlinson Roberta Flacking me!!! Rubbing my pain with his fingers (all over his face)! Acting out my life with face! Killing me softly with his perfume commercial!
If the next One Direction music video features Louis crying because his birth control patch came off at a foam party during spring break I am going to be very, very upset.
What’s a foam party?
Ok, so I signed up for Birchbox two months ago and honestly, I really like it. The samples they send are great. As someone who recently became mildly obsessed with GOOD makeup and beauty products and taking somewhat better care of my skin, it’s a great way to try higher quality products in small doses without spending a lot of money. However, I took mild offense to the way this writeup was worded in my July box. “Just go with us here, ladies! We know the idea of women actually playing video games is ridiculous, and the concept of a woman relating to a video game character is even MORE ludicrous, but bear with us for a SECOND because we’re about to make a point! We PROMISE!” Like, if you really don’t believe that ladies can relate to video game culture, maybe don’t even choose “level up” for your theme? Or, do your research and realize that 1.) There actually are SOME videogames out there with awesome lady characters in them. Not enough yet, but some. So the idea of relating to a character in a game isn’t that crazy. And 2.) A lot of us actually do spend a pretty decent chunk of our time with our Playstations and have to tear ourselves away from the controller long enough to walk outside and see that we received a delivery from you. Don’t talk down to us like this. Let us enjoy your products without assuming anything, okay? Oh, and thanks for the lipgloss!
Bonus points for justification.
I feel like you’d be a Slytherin for sure, Meg. I have no clue about myself, except that I know I’d never be a Gryffindor.
My friends think I’m evil.
Slytherin is not about being evil, it’s about having ambition. Just a lot of prominent ones were dicks.