Now. Forever. Always.
Bitchy Cinna thinks that’s the ugliest effing pin he has ever seen.
Side note: Anyone else bummed that Madge won’t be part of the movies? I thought the significance of where the pin came from was a nice touch (you’ll know why if you’ve read Catching Fire).
Amazing
Now. Forever. Always.
I can feel myself slipping into the bell jar, the infinite wisdom of the Gold Coast City Council has totally fucked our wedding plans so I went to a wedding expo last weekend and all it did was show me everything I don’t want our wedding to be. We don’t want to spend all our money on a wedding, would rather have something very small and then go on a awesome holiday after but everything is sooo expensive! I want to elope but I also want all my family there. But what I really want is to be Justin’s wife and that’s what I should be concentrating on. It’s so crazy that I am
worried about this but I am!
I can feel the anxiety hanging over me like a cloud, i can just see it, one false step and I’ll be in hospital in bandages with no hair.
Should not let “drunk cass” get a hold of my tumbler/facebook/twitter
Instructional Video of the Day: How to have the best Christmas ever.
[thanks yogurtsandwitch!]
Me: should we decorate our unit for Christmas?
Justin: I’d rather get that B & W stereo and decorate our unit in awesome sound.
Essential reading for any gentleman!
gq:
What Would Jean-Ralphio Do? (WWJ-RD?)
Parks and Recreation’s Snake Juice entrepreneur offers love advice and more.
GQ: Best way to pop the more important question, i.e. “Will you have sex with me?”
Jean-Ralphio: Text; tweet; Friendster post; fortune in a fortune cookie; during a screening of Stuart Little; sign language; Legos; make an adorable 2-year-old hand over a note asking the question for you; as a follow-up question, after she says “no” to “will you marry me.”
GQ: What’s the ideal date?
Jean-Ralphio: Me, Snake Juice, anything by Tyrese or Sisqó playing in the background, waterbed.
GQ: You’re in fifth grade. It’s math class. Julie sends you a note: I think you’re kinda cute.” What’s your next move?
Jean-Ralphio: I pass her a scientific calculator with pre-typed numbers that, when held upside down, spells BOOBIES.
GQ: You’re 83 years old. It’s bingo night. Ethel makes eye contact. What’s your next move?
Jean-Ralphio: I pass her a scientific calculator with pre-typed numbers that, when held upside down, spells BOOBIES.
I don’t know who I love more Tom or JR!