I prefer any social network that my parents AREN’T on. That means Tumblr and Twitter. Pretty much anything that isn’t Facebook.
Facebook is like a life sucking-ex that will randomly be your connection to a really good event with a keg. That’s it, right?
Oh, and sometimes, but rather frequently, she’ll let you know when people had babies even if you don’t really know them.
OTHER THAN THAT. What’s the point?
Apparently, there’s a class called Buns ‘n Biscuits and it’s a friggin’ women’s only workout session where you do a meet/greet/sweat in some spandex and then you head to the brunch of the week destination. Now, I have the best girlfriend of all time, BUT if there was ever an event that would convince me continuously relive a mid 90’s romcom where you cross dress for the sake of infiltrating a circle of skirts AND it all just ends up being a WHACKY MISUNDERSTANDING where you forgive and forget…
THIS
IS
IT.
I mean, jeez, it’s called BUNS N’ BISCUITS. What in the fuck?
(Source: sithwax, via ajacquelineofalltrades)
ShizogenyDammit, Mulder.
I took two Systems Engineering courses in HS and its paying off incredible dividends. Although, I loathe paperwork.
I just saw a sponsored GIF for ABC? WHAT IN THE WHAT, TUMBLR?!
Told you there wouldn’t be Forever Evil without DC’s number one villain.
—Whedon Speaks, Tells Sad Truth
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