had a baby with some girl I never heard of before today on my facebook.
The bastards at Netflix took this off streaming! I have ‘watched’ it seriously at least 7 times now but i always fall asleep in the first 10 minutes. Sometimes I didn’t even make it to the part where it says “STAR TREK”. So they think I’ve watched it plenty of times I guess.
Last week I made it to the 15 minute mark. I was pretty proud of that! I vowed to keep trying until I finished the damn thing. Then they took it off streaming just a few days ago. Bastards!
I’ll have to resort to warm milk and lullabies next time I’m trying to fall asleep.
A guide to telling the difference.
Because apparently I need one.
I can read all the stuff posted online without fear of spoilers.
This should keep me busy for another 6 months.
(via ComicsAlliance Recaps ‘Smallville’ Episode 10.8: Abandoned)
This LUTESSA birth certificate reveal was both the most ridiculous plot device ever and also somehow the most interesting and redeeming thing in the last three seasons.
Brainiac 5 - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia -
I totally thought they made him up for Smallville
Vice President Brainiac?
GPOPLL - Gratuitous Picture of President Lex Luthor
I’m not sure where or when or why this started for me because I remember wearing Dr. Scholl’s in the 70’s and feeling stylish. I must have gotten freaky about it later.
It’s not just my feet I hate, it’s everyones. In fact, when I look around at other people’s I think mine are actually quite nice on a scale of “Feet are gross” to “Whoa, those feet are really really gross!”
So I have a very minor toe sprain today. Not a big deal. I’m a little clutzy so I’ve become an expert at treating minor sprains. Only I never hurt this particular part of myself before and had to look up how to tape it.
I found a very informative youtube video in which this man puts a bandage on a girl with horrible feet with hammertoes and webbed toes going in all the wrong directions. It was like a horror film to me. But for what its worth the technique worked great and I’m already healing.
It reminded me of this one boyfriend I used to have, who had the most terrifying feet I’ve ever seen in all my life. They were hairy. Like really hairy. and he had webbed toes as well, and his toenails were thick and discolored and long. They looked like the in-between man/wolf from American Warewolf London.
People who knew me, and that I don’t like feet, wondered how I could be with such a man. The answer was that ALL feet are horrible to me, so his feet were no more or less terrible than anyone’s as far as I saw it. It wasn’t a dealbreaker.
I also think my feet are horrible, so I go to great lengths to make sure they are always well manicured. And my toenails must always be polished. For some years I insisted only on shades of red and pink, thinking blues and greens and blacks fungus-like and therefore disgusting, but in the last few years, since I learned to wear heels I’ve branched out into all colors.
My love of matching colors and having cool shoes outweighed my hatred of feet. I like open-toe shoes because they breathe. I’ve also started wearing sandals and flip-flops sometimes. I’ve decided that shoes that breathe are far less disgusting than shoes that do not.
I think I’ve made peace (mostly) with my own feet even though I wouldn’t dare ever go out unpolished.
I still don’t like your feet.
Never saw it.
in preparation for much upcoming birthday partying.