This has got to stop.
And it looks fucking terrible.
When someone says something stupid and then tries to save it by saying they were “just kidding”. Bitch, please.
Maybe you prefer it that way. Maybe you’re hideous. Maybe you’re a nun—a sexy, sexy nun. We want to know why you are still single, whether voluntarily or not. What kinds of behavior, in yourself or others, tends toward singlehood? Like, you know, dirty sheets. Sing it, brothers! Dish it, sisters!
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Kate Moss , Naomi Campbell, Daphne Guinness, and Stella McCartney joined McQueen’s family for his funeral earlier today at St. Paul’s church in London. All were in black, many were in McQueen. A fitting tribute, indeed. (via Gawker)
This happens to be one of my favorite white people phrases
From: Some douche I don’t know who wrote me an email that I never responded to
Date: Feb 23, 2010 3:26 PM EST
Subject: (No Subject)
LOL well I am happy you never replied as I am really not at all interested in meeting anyone who is materialistic, shallow, or judges people on 1 transaction. The guys who say EXACTLY what you want to hear are often players…and the ones who are a bit shy and awkward are the kinder, more gentle, loving individuals, who more often then not, end up in long lasting relationships. I am not looking for a stupid fling, nor do I unrealistically expect to have any meaningful connection with anyone I chat with online, as it is all a bit fake and predetermined. I am not one to usually boast or complain, but I am a bit put off as I am a real catch and find that your fickle nature is a serious annoyance. Anyway good luck to you.
And there’s a couple going go-cart racing. If she wins she gets a new Louis Vuitton bag, and if he wins she has to clean the house in a french maid outfit. My life is now complete.
Her gushing posts about Valentine’s Day and her new boyfriend, whom she refers to as “Prom King” (gaaaayyyy) are making me want to die. She even went as far as to publish a postcoital hotel room robe shot. Oh, and don’t even get me started on the lameness of the fucking limo.
From: My BFF Babs
Date: Mon, Feb 22, 2010 at 12:26 PM
Subject: let me know if you need anything
Also, I think I’ve officially seen everything on the internet.