I have OCD and I curse myself out. In public. And I'm a high school English teacher.
Seriously dude. I'm "Amercan" and I have OCD.
This dude ain't even on my level.
And as far as his willingness to share it with the world, it makes folks with the mild to moderate form of the disorder feel a little less freakish and suicidal.
So, go on with your judgy bad self. Do your thang while I self flagellate while still trying to be a productive member of society. There's nothing to see here, so move the fuck on.
Thanks to that picture, I have "Let the Sun Shine In" stuck in my head.
Man, I hope folks aren't thinking that the goodybag "swag" has anything to do with the abbreviation of the word "swagger". I know somebody, somewhere does. Two different etymologies, people.
Pretty much. It was world changing. I'm serious.
Oh hellz naw!
My husband still takes it as a challenge tho.
My husband still takes it as a challenge tho.
I've been chasing that orgasm I had at 5 months pregnant for 17 years. No lie.
I have serious qualms about this site doing this. I thought we were the good guys...
I'm dying!
I must have its littermate, then.
I must have its littermate, then.
At any given moment, a parent has uploaded their child singing or dancing to Michael Jackson on Youtube. Don't believe me? Check.
I asked myself that very same question.
Oddly, it didn't surprise me that the Ethiopian and Liberian children were being "broken like mules" in a houses full of other kids.
I get them, tho.
I just hope they get me, too.
I have 4 more hours...
I just hope they get me, too.
I have 4 more hours...
Carrie Fisher, Arnold Klein, and Michael Jackson and the kids spent Christmas together in '07.
There are pix with the Jackson kids and Fisher. She never believed the allegations about Jackson and saw Dr. Chandler for the opportunist he was.
There are pix with the Jackson kids and Fisher. She never believed the allegations about Jackson and saw Dr. Chandler for the opportunist he was.
I'm killing myself trying to finish grading and post, even though I have until midnight Monday. Other than occasional Jez breaks and treks to the kitchen to get coffee, I'm on the grind. If you were my student, I'd tell ya to just...wuusaa...
Okay, gotta get back to it.
Okay, gotta get back to it.
Oh, you'd recognize him if it was him. Really tall, really mixed, really dopey expression on his face.
She's referring to her emotional state after breaking up with her beau. That was less than a shout out (a la Justin Bieber, "I wanna thank God. But not just God. I want to thank Jesus.") and more like you'd expect from a normal, black Christian.
I'm sitting here laughing my ass off.
Seriously, people. It's Sherri Shepherd.
And another thing: Folks tweet to their "followers", people who ostensibly know of them, about them, and are able to read their tweets with a presumption of their tone and mood.
Going off over a celebrity's tweet is like dipping in some kool-aid and you don't know the flavor.
Seriously, people. It's Sherri Shepherd.
And another thing: Folks tweet to their "followers", people who ostensibly know of them, about them, and are able to read their tweets with a presumption of their tone and mood.
Going off over a celebrity's tweet is like dipping in some kool-aid and you don't know the flavor.
This is the best thing since ever. Didn't see it coming.
I went crazy on that shot. Like, stabby crazy. And I don't mean, "like". I tried to stab my husband.
So, yeaahhh....
Upside, I got off of it, became normal, got pregnant and was blissfully happy about it. And the father of my child is still injury free.
So, yeaahhh....
Upside, I got off of it, became normal, got pregnant and was blissfully happy about it. And the father of my child is still injury free.
