I understand how “Have a nice day” can cause just as much anxiety as the dude who screamed and jumped out at me just a few Saturdays back.
I love regular house cats, but there isn’t a force on earth that could get me within 100 feet of a free lion or tiger. How big would a rabbit have to get before we stopped seeing something adorable and instead saw something to run away from?
I have genuine reverence for these figures who managed to make us happy for a brief period–a gift not to be taken at all lightly.
Besides the raise, the only difference is that you know for a fact that you LOATH the people you’ll be working with.
How do you fall in love?
One of mine was a movie of inherent and undeniable cheesiness, but the exact kind of sincerely dumb cheesiness that I still adore to this day.
You can either have a lifetime pass for all public transportation or your own luxury car, but there are strings attached, so think about it first.
Right now, there’s a weird antagonism between these two sides that seems at odds with what we would assume is their mutual co-dependance.
xoJane’s Mandy Stadtmiller has got me thinking about who we show respect to and why.
Here was an outsider people seemed to love, while I was one everyone seemed to barely tolerate.
I’ve decided that my funeral will DEFINITELY be a failure if at no point do we hear The Artist explain to everyone present that “This is what it sounds like When Doves Cry.”
I know yours can’t be as good as my favourite, but I’d still love to hear about it!
Someone opens up a briefcase full of cash and tells you, it’s yours. All you have to do is give up one of your kidneys. How much money does that briefcase have to have in it for you to say, “Okay!”?
“Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to DIE!”
Turns out I was born in a pretty uncool year for music.
The vision doesn’t tell you WHEN you’re going to die. The only thing you know for SURE is that if you buy this bed you are definitely going to die in it someday.