So much boobs, so little time. But I would’ve liked to have seen the chocolate choice.
swiss dark chocolate with mint yesssss
also so much boob, so little time will be my new motto
hahaha! I love you. Thank you. Also, yes on the chocolate choice. We can be friends.
Who can resist a cheeto?
Is it wrong that I want to just eat an entire family-sized bag of cheetos [crunchy] right now? So self destructive at the moment.
I love how outrageous this situation seems, yet it is perfectly acceptable to reverse the gender roles in this scenario.
What is wrong with us?
(Source: dailybenleslie, via mrbenwyatt)
Made some space bunnies for my twitter.
If I start to think about what is going on in my life right now and get angry, I’ll just look at these space bunnies.
I thought my week couldn’t get any worse than having to quit my job yesterday. I was wrong! There are always things to prove me wrong, I guess I should’ve kept a more open mind to the idea that, yes, this week can get much worse. Although I could keep it in perspective that none of my family has died, I have a roof over my head and food to eat… but FUCK. All of the research I did for an ethnography class, for almost a year, has to be thrown out because of the IRB’s ruling that it was research for educational purposes so it can’t retroactively be approved or even used because no one learning how to do research knows what they’re doing, apparently? So this teacher who I thought was steering me in the right direction and encouraging me to continue with my research really steered me into a dead end that I cannot crawl my way out of. I have to throw out all of my research. ALL OF IT. Every bit of data, my written up ethnography… it’s trash. All those hours I spent talking to the kids, extrapolating data. I am so sad.
I am in mourning. I can’t even begin to explain how angry and frustrated I am, but really at myself for trusting another human being to give me correct information about something I’m interested in and am relying on. Never again. I just cannot trust people anymore… I can’t even trust myself to double check people. It seemed too good to be true. I feel like crying and punching things. This is the worst day to be an anthropologist. I feel like a failure. I want to quit.
That’s what I thought, too! I like that it’s not super fancy because then I can wear it later on without feeling super fancy, just a normal dress I could wear and dress up for the wedding. Is that a thing?