The hell
Oh, die.
Hi, steve!!!! Better if we were drinking two-handed coffees. Calll me.
ummmm. maybe you have me confused with somebody ungrateful who isn’t paid to blog for a living.
Don’t ever sleep with anybody named Keith. Goes for everybody, really, but double for teen girls.
I like to think I’m pioneering “disservice journalism.”
:-/
THANKS, ME TOO!
jesus christ
I know it’s pre-roll but this pretty much sums it up.
Think of the broken homes with non-hot children.
That thing in movies where you scream so loud a flock of pigeons take flight.
My mom likes this thing I wrote for Jezebel.
Ask me that again while I’m giving you this thorough foot massage.
I WOULD IF I COULD
ML! NO! Rihanna is not a real petty officer! UNENLIST!
My friend is a doctor.
At first, I totally read this as “Who needs night life? We’ve got tumblr.” Still accurate. I’m at the bottom of this. storyboard: Lady Comics: Who Needs Late Night? We’ve Got Tumblr
Whoa, whoa, whoa, Living Social. That’s a great price for a camo hat, but I am NOT watching any soccer.
Like eight kinds.
I wrote some very silly captions to pictures of Helena Bonham-Carter for Vulture.
No way. If it wasn’t for Internet anonymity, I wouldn’t have a rich second life as a Manga-loving teenager named Braden.
He’s a good friend.
I want to make love to all of you guys, though.
yes.
Yes. Seriously.
Of course you can interview me for your dating blog.
Homegirl you know it is. How else do I know how to keep up with my fav flaves?
I hear doing a lot of crosswords helps with this.
Uh, did you hear the song? I’m going to go with “not a singer.”
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