adjective: characterized by or exhibiting excessive vanity; boastful; thinking too highly of oneself
oh and if you disagree and don't think I'm better than you in every way, please by all means, let me know: vainglorious.sarah at gmail
So glad Fox replayed the Glee episode “Sectionals” last night. This evening, I danced around my apartment and rewatched the last 5 minutes, including the above moment, about 10 times. (Not to mention how many times I watch this episode in December when it was first aired.)
Happy 1 month moving out/living alone anniversary to meeeeeee!
oldhollywood: Jane Russell in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (1953, Howard Hawks)
One of my all-time favorites.
lesbianswholooklikejustinbieber:
You have to be a fucking idiot if you think Justin Bieber looks like a fucking lesbian! I mean seriously? First off, if you are a lesbian, you would NOT even be looking his way…unless you’re a pedofile. “The pre-pubescent voice, skateboarding, video games…” If you haven’t noticed, HE’S A FUCKING 15 YEAR OLD BOY. Jesus christ! You lesbians try to give yourself allllll the credit. You’re the ones who decided to shop in the little boys section & skateboard. I’m not even a fan. But in my opinion, I find it creepy how 18-25 year old women claim Justin is “lezzin’ out.” Give me a break.
please see: lesbianswholooklikejustinbieber.tumblr.com
Someone doesn’t really get it.
Rubber Barons: Why Doesn’t Your Boyfriend Know Jack About Contraception? (via brookehatfield)
Magical Unicorn Pussy could be a good band name.
I really hope that last person is kidding.
(I realize I should black out the names but I’m at work and can’t figure out how…)
‘Extras’ in a lean budget? | ajc.com
Getting real tired of Sonny.
krankmills: I’m guessing we scored
Commons themes. Twitter is amusing for these instances. SOLIDARITY.
Two more photos from our Madison excursion this morning. Brooke with giant cutlery that were purchased and the deer I should have purchased… :(
If you secretly blog at night with all the lights out, maybe while hiding under a tent made out of your comforter, then Party Rats are for you. To each their own.
Found @ Laughing Moon in Madison, Ga. We went for an estate sale, we stayed for the small town charm.
meth:
If there was a Tumblr Reads-like event held in town, would you go? And who would you want to hear read?
Yes, and I think the CL folks would be near the top of any list (there are some award-winners among them after all).
I’d go and if anyone thought it was wise, I’d read.
Either I was with another human in a significant relationship for way too long OR I am just socially awkward, always.
Pretty sure it’s the latter. Or both. Or men are just not my jam at the current time.
Anyways, I got hit on at Trader Joe’s today while deciding whether to spend $5.99 on asparagus was really worth it. The dude (mildly cute & dorky, normally right up my alley but not in this particular form) asked me if I was from around here. Awkwardly I replied, “Yes,” thinking he needed directions then realized he might be hitting on me, so rethought and replied, “Oh, no not really.” (What?) He then asked if I went to school and told me that he thought he knew me, I looked familiar. Here’s where I’m awkward always: “Oh really? Yeah. I just look like a lot of people around here. Short blonde people are everywhere.” To make matters worse, he tells me, that I don’t look like everyone… I stand out. So to be even weirder, I say, “Well I work at a nursing home.” Without provocation. I don’t know. There was some following me to the next aisle until I blurted out, “have a nice day” and escaped to the wine section, taking the $6 asparagus with me.
I guess I respect the boldness of talking to a strange girl in a crowded Trader Joe’s but in practice I think it’s unfortunate. Right now I’m kind of against men for romantic purposes, so maybe if I wasn’t I’d be less awkward, but I’m always the worst person to hit on. I’m hoping to jump back in to the scary pool eventually but I imagine it’ll take awhile. As my friends all get married, I am running the other way. One bad apple (or ten) shouldn’t spoil the bunch, but my current aversion feels like maturity. Every other breakup led me in the opposite direction. Progress?
