Excuse me while I run off to the happy place.
Taken in Malibu: Jan 21, 2012
by Me.
That’s what she said.
But it’s much sexier in the brown leopard print. Rarr.
The joy this brought me is ridiculous! I’m so easy!
(Source: lind5ay)
Earlier Tonight…
I went bowling. Company party. The following things actually happened:
1. I bruised 3 fingers from sticking my fingers in balls. One knuckle still really hurts.
2. I accidentally threw a ball backwards. Ooops. I didn’t hit anybody.
3. I slipped on the floor JUST as I tossed the ball and made a spectacularly hilarious fall. I guess. I didn’t see it, I just felt it. But from the hooting, hollering, clapping, laughing and “WAY TO GO” calls, it must have been fantastic.
4. The girl who got 500 GB (half a terabyte) of music for Christmas (ME) got a $50 itunes card as a prize. (how long are those good for?)
5. Someone on the development team MAY have gotten video and/or film evidence of some of my bowling skillz. I will be paying his blackmail later.
6. I apear to have strained two ribs and a groin muscle.
7. I beat a guy at the punching bag game 5 times out of 6, and one of my scores was over 700 points (900 is the max).
8. This may explain the rib thing.
9. I do NOT hit like a girl.
10. After sitting in this chair for 20 minutes and then trying to stand up I nearly fell on my face. My achilles and/or heel spur was NOT a fan of tonights activities. I’m currently using my Gran’s old cane to hobble around.
Apparently I’m a 90 year old lady. Where’s my advil?
HEY! YOU KIDS GET OFFA MY LAWN! *shakes cane*
omg. My kitchen theme is Matrioshka dolls.
Must search interwebs for these…
Must. Have. This.
Yes. And?? What? You don’t like wearing a leash every once and a while?
(via imgTumble)
@bearheadedgirl I always knew you were a kinky slut.
(Source: psh-imonjusticesplaylist)
She makes the decimal system all dew(e)y.
GPOYF
I’m snorting at my desk.
Wait…is that a GUY? Or is this woman THAT hideous?
O.0
(Source: ladyjay91, via kalimadevi)
El pan es viejo y mohoso
I have a loaf of bread in my fridge that’s been around for a while. Out of curiosity, I picked it up, discovered it wasn’t a brick and decided to do a mold check. Nope. No mold. Huh.
The date on the bag says Oct. 26.
Apparently the “healthy” Brownberry bread isn’t that healthy if it’s been 3 months and it’s still not moldy.
I’m still not eating it.
GPOY Thursday.
The Social Gaffe Giraffe.
Note to self: Masturbation insinuations/innuendos at a work social event are probably inappropriate. Especially when you forget the senior partner can hear you.
I’ll be over here in the corner playing with myself.
*by
