Oh, what am I up to? Nothing much, just sabotaging my life.
Káva thinks that Katy Perry’s new song is actually about being a 50 pound dog who thinks she’s a 10 pound puppy who can sit in a driver’s lap.
This is the part of me
That you’re never gonna ever take away from me, no!
This is the part of me
That you’re never gonna ever take away from me, no!
Throw your sticks and your stones, throw your bombs and your blows
But you’re not gonna break my soul.
This is the part of me
That you’re never gonna ever take away from me, no!
Wedding is over a year away? Well then! By all means, start putting together every single detail like there’s no tomorrow!
Above: The ritualistic gathering of family wedding photos past.
The best thing about being blonde:
short skirt + long leg hair = nobody can tell
So I guess this is what all other 25 year-old, adult females watch. Good to know, Netflix.
HOLY CRAP. After reading some comments on this post, it dawned on me: 25 year-old, adult females in my region HAVE KIDS. It all makes sense now. I’m stragglin’ here in the south, but DON’T PUT THAT SHIT ON ME, NETFLIX.
Do it daily for good karma points.
The Animal Rescue Site is having trouble getting enough people to click on it daily so they can meet their quota of getting FREE FOOD donated every day to abused and neglected animals in their shelters.
It takes less than a minute (only about 15 seconds actually) to go to their site and click on the purple box titled, ‘Click Here to Give - it’s FREE!’. Every click gives about .6 bowls of food to sheltered dogs. You can also click daily!
Keep in mind that this does not cost you a thing. Their corporate sponsors/advertisers use the number of daily visits to donate food to abandoned/neglected animals in exchange for advertising.
Go to the website here.
Sign up for the daily reminder emails like I did!
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So I guess this is what all other 25 year-old, adult females watch. Good to know, Netflix.
R always finds the best stuff at yard sales. Today, it appears as though he bought me everything on an Anthropologie catalogue page.
MOVING SALE - Fairhope, Alabama:
- Vintage tweed love seat: $20
- Antique typewriter: $10
Chelsea! What the actual F?! I tried to answer your questions like a normal, functioning human being, but Tumblr won’t hear of it. So, it posted my text as answers to every other message in my inbox EXCEPT yours. I die. So, here are your answers to the questions you had about Chauncy, my *upcoming nuptials*, and drunken tales:
Please just make everything and anything Chauncy. CHAUNCY 4EVR!
My wedding is officially Star Wars Day: May 4, 2013. My colors are ivory, nude, and “Dusty Shale” which is pretentious for muted aqua. And dashes of purple. Why purple? BECAUSE I CAN. I will NEVER write my own vows; we’ll all be lucky if I can manage to say anything at all. StAgE fRiGhT.
And drunk stories? I have but one. Two friends I had in high school got married to each other last year, which is so precious. So, I went to the wedding — but I went solo. Knowing this would be a huge high school reunion (and I sort of went out of my way to not have any friends back then), I was okay with drinking. And accepting drinks from old classmates. And then all of a sudden, I was six rum and pineapples deep and texting R to come pick me up. I’ll have you know that I did not “drunk text” in typical format; my grammar, spelling, and syntax were superb. Fast forward to when we’re home, and I crawl Samara-style out of the shower because it’s soooooo hotttttt, pull down a towel from the rack, wrap myself in it, and vomit into the toilet. Mid-puke, I call to R to bring me some Tilex because the toilet needs cleaned. And then I scrubbed the toilet and went to bed sitting completely vertical. The end.
“a feeling of such intense affection that one trembles or grits his teeth with restraint so as not to harm the object of his affection”
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“Mama took me to the drive-up window to pay our utility bill, and THEY WERE OUT OF DOG TREATS.”
- Kava
Everyday of my life.
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Fun Fact: My fiancé and I met on a blind date set up by our friends.
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Me: Before our date, what did you think when you first saw me on Facebook?
R: I was like, “Why does she like Harry Potter so much? That’s weird.” 
Me: You didn’t even think I had good hair? My hair was SO GOOD in that picture.
