I washed my favorite cotton bed-throw (it's not quite large enough to be called a blanket) and I dragged the wooden drying rack up out of the musty basement so I can hang it up in the sunshine. I really should do something about getting a washline-umbrella thingie (what are those called?) to take advantage of days like this.
I have my clothing rack outside today too. And have had similar thoughts about an umbrella style line. There's actually a cement base in my front yard from when the house was built w. such a line, but when they took it down, they just cut the metal pole and pushed the rest back into the hole, making it unusuable.
Hey guess what? I really AM famous on the internet! There are now anonymous posts on Tumblr making bitchy commentary about my body! Do I win a prize?
There are now anonymous posts on Tumblr making bitchy commentary about my body! Do I win a prize?
No, because CLEARLY as an Internet Famous Person (TM), you are required to have a perfect body and appearance (as They deem perfect). It is your JOB, you have no other.
Hey guess what? I really AM famous on the internet! There are now anonymous posts on Tumblr making bitchy commentary about my body! Do I win a prize?
Ooh, where? Can I go an rhapsodize baroquely about your slammin' lushness...yanno, that One Time in New Orleans a Few Years Back and you were the Best Thing Ever?
People are stupid, famous!Jilli.
ita !, I'd say small and sentimental, then. Depending on what your sis wears, a charm or a pendant or a ring, with an inscription with an inside joke or quote, family member initials or birthstones (if she digs), a locket with baby pics of you, sister, mom and dad?
I would get my little sister a pretty necklace with "I will always be able to kick your ass" on it discreetly.
Of course, on a purely decorative front, these are really pretty: [link]
I have been moving ALL THE THINGS out of the bedroom. I'm down to a dresser, bed, litterbox, blinds and pulling nails from the walls.
There's now a "rejected goth confessions" tumblr, because the goth confessions tumblr stopped allowing personal attack posts.
I'm pretty amused by it, really. And the post mentioned me in the same sentence as Robert Smith, so I think my GothCred went up a notch or two.
What your coffee order says about you to a date:
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Oh, god, Jilli, I'm sorry. You know you look fantastic, right? Your Goth at the Office don't only showcase your wonderful clothes, they also are examples of Jilli Looking Fantastic.
Thank you, -t. Shockingly, my Body Image Demons are being pretty quiet about this whole thing, which I'm taking as a sign that my emotional and mental health is pretty good right now.
Plus, really? If that's the most "hurtful" thing anonymous haters on the internet can come up with to throw at me, oh noes.
