There is nothing more high octane than grabbing the kitchen scissors in an emotional state and muttering ‘Fuck it’ while you attempt to follow a Brad Mondo YouTube video on your phone, only to give up watching half way through and go rogue. Could I pay a professional to fix this mess? Sure, but in a month when my uneven bangs finally grow out to an awkward length, I get to have the thrill of another emotionally charged snip-session.
Never actually read the HP books... but i have been entirely consumed by this 188-chapter-long fanfiction and will be slurpin up every last morsel. Thank you MsKingBean89, you've done more for me than That Wench ever could.
I’ve always been a very polite girl. But recently, i’ve learned that great pleasure can be revealed to you from talking back. At work. In the car at other cars in the form of honking. Gotta be careful and choose the right moments, but when you do…. there’s nothin like it.
Visited Seattle this week and found this lil speak easy, there is no menu and the bartenders come around to your table and ask you what flavors/textures/spirits you like and then create a delicious little spectacle of a beverage especially for you. Thought it was gonna be gimmicky but honestly was the first time i’ve ever even thought about what i really liked in a cocktail and had a LOVELY time.
