I cannot even tell you how beautiful and stylin’ my mom has always been.
Nothing makes you feel lamer than when you’re 25 years old, and you cannot hang with the people who are still partying at 1am without nearly falling asleep then excusing yourself early.
Especially when those party people are your grandparents.
DECEMBER 22, 2011 - 9:30PM:
Me: *hating on an engagement ring I saw on Facebook* Ugh. I hate this ring. It has too much shit on it. And what are those little bumps called? Milbead?
R: Milgrain.
Me: Milgrain. I hate milgrain. It’s too much.
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DECEMBER 23, 2011 - 11:45AM:
R: Will you marry me?
Me: What?! Oh my gosh! What? YES.
…Oh, is that milgrain? It looks so nice on this ring. I just didn’t like it on the other ring…I love it on mine!
Lovely.
There’s nothing like falling asleep at 3am and being woken at 7am by your fiancé telling you that we’re having severe weather that has already produced seven tornadoes between Louisiana and your town. Then you try to go back to sleep, and you have thirty dreams about tornadoes and having to save your dogs/parents/self/fiancé/characters from Ally McBeal all day.
Long story short, sometimes I fall into the classic Internet Political Argument. I know, I KNOW. Anyway, it happens, and it’s usually on my republican dad’s Facebook wall. It’s also usually me standing up for pro-choice rights or equality of all people in the US. Tonight was no different, and my favorite opponent (my dad’s pal) was — of course — ready to get some low blows in. And as usual, he was talking directly out of his butt. Let this idiotic rant of ours serve as an example of why you shouldn’t get caught debating (and getting carried away with it) with someone who is double your age, but also doubly argumentative.
Let me set the stage by saying that I mentioned that marriage wasn’t exclusively Christian because it existed in pagan cultures…AND GO!
Listen, kids. Internet fights never end well. They’re always stupid, even if you’re the obvious victor. Don’t do it! But if you’re going to, always argue with facts; it makes people look more ridiculous when they disagree. Also, always leave first! And try to acknowledge that the other person will try to have the last word. It’s hilarious.
Petty shit 4ever!
What I appreciate most about Alexi is how I can really dig deep into an intellectual subject - transcendentalism, high renaissance art, the archetypal predictability of modern fashion and she always has the most poignant and astute opinions. Her knowledge is so esoteric, so archaic but always illuminating.
No amount of Accutane will ever truly prepare you for the dynamic duo of wedding planning stress and a change of birth control.
vegetablestew asked: While looking at some fine art (because I'm fancy like that), I stumbled across a painting called Rite of Passage by Tammy Salzl. Look it up, you're in there!
Holy crap, it IS me. That is 100% my scary, sacrificial bunny, painting doppelganger.
