Someone teach me about eyebrows. Waiting for my hair to air-dry (I don’t like blowdryers - they make my hair extra-poofy) then I’m off to dinner. Have a good weekend, everybody.
Your name and username.
Where you’re from.
Pronounce the following words: Aunt, Roof, Route, Theater, Iron, Salmon, Caramel, Fire, Water, New Orleans, Pecan, Both, Again, Probably, Alabama, Lawyer, Coupon, Mayonnaise, Pajamas, Caught, Naturally, Aluminium, GIF, Tumblr, Crackerjack, Doorknob, Envelope, GPOY.
What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house?
What is a bubbly carbonated drink called?
What do you call gym shoes?
What do you call your grandparents?
What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket? What is the thing you change the TV channel with?
Choose a book and read a passage from it.
Do you think you have an accent? Be a wizard or a vampire?
Do you know anyone on Tumblr in real life?
End audio post by saying any THREE words you want.
Am I doing the whole cultural appropriation thing all wrong or am I just too late for halloween?
ETA: Why don’t all shoes have warm and fuzzes inside?
GPOYWF - Gratuitous Portrait of Yourself With Food.
GPOYW Ilyana and the man repeller turban. I will probably wear it tomorrow night if ever plans for Maxwell’s push through (a plan I have not told anyone about (yet)). I could use all the man-repelling mechanisms I need.
I never did like it when men offered me free beer and shots.
But with a tired face like that, what man with slightly better vision than a bat is going to shell out five dollars to see me intoxicated? Please don’t answer that. Good night, Tumblr.
Way early for my appointment so I stopped by Pharmasave to pick up bobby pins. Came out with bobby pins, a birthday card, Nylon’s music issue, and orange lipstick (lol). It looks pretty good though.
ETA: Do you like my buttoned-up chambray shirt? Do you? Do you?
Reppin’ the workplace.
Hunchback presents the best chocolate-on-top-of-a-biscuit sold at every supermarket across Canada (I think). Of course, I show you the French side.
My eyebrows need some work.
Hiya, Tumblr! I curled my hair and burned my right temple. It’s now red and smothered with Polysporin.
This webcam makes me look like I could get some (cuddlin’) right now.
(This is Part Trois of a Right Now trilogy.)
I was going to say hello, but life has been distracting lately.
Me & Object I cannot live without
Dream hair of the moment. I really like this curly, messy, dirty, hobo look.
If you’re wondering why it’s shaped weird it’s because they’re in pigtails, then I Facetimed with Dan and got so gigil that I rolled around in bed.
Good night, Tumblr.
Shitty webcam shot from the first place of residence upon landing in the Great White North. When was this? The summer of 2008? Dan will kill me. Too bad he doesn’t know my Tumblr URL. We keep secrets. Successful relationships often do.