'Safe'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
According to the gothlings on Tumblr, there is NO WAY I can be 46, I don't look it, have I already become the Vampire Witch Queen and bathe in people's blood?
I think 50 is when I'm going to start the process of getting my hair to all pink with a few black streaks. There should be enough gray/silver by then.
I was just thinking this morning that i have reached an age where having blue hair means something different. Or might, anyway,depending on the shade.
Oh my god, he is so ADORABLE.
When the video was still available on YouTube, I showed it to Lilly, and she promptly laughed and laughed and laughed, all incredulous like.
So for Itty-Steve they just looked at pictures of Sprogling Chris?
Timelies all!
I've looked younger than my actual age for most of my life. Don't know if I still do, mostly because I don't know what 47 is supposed to look like.
I have no idea what ages are supposed to look like, these days. I mean, I don't feel like I look my age, but then look in the mirror and see the burgeoning wrinkles...and look at folks from college and go "omg when did they get so old?!?" But I also feel like the idea of how old a late 30something should look is affected by like, 1930s depression era starving woman with six kids who looks ancient.
...because really, who tells someone they look OLD for their age??
Speaking of finding one thing that's easy to prepare and eating that all the time (that was today, right? This week, anyway): avocado full of tuna. Nom.
This morning, when a coworker asked how old I was, I told her (39). She said, "Really?" I'm not entirely sure whether that was a compliment.
That's an age no one believes. Drove me nuts when I was 39. And 29. I bet there's less of that assumption at 49, but we'll see.
I managed to get myself to one of the local farmers' markets for Peaches! I resisted buying the white chocolate apricot brioche under the theory that I would be found in the morning surrounded by crumbs, clutching the last slice. I was going to get a sandwich from a food truck, but the woman ahead of me ordered All the Food, and I decided I didn't have enough spoons.