The Aviator. For sentimental reasons.
Why is CG so awesome?
If she was my neighbour, she would be the one I'd call if I needed: a cup of sugar, a bottle of wine, an ear to vent to, someone to help hide bodies, listen to music with, and hide from our children when they get on our last nerves.
She would make an awesome superhero solely because of her hair.
I'd be proud to be in the same holding cell as her after an evening of mayhem and mischievousness.
And she totally gets my warped sense of humour and can match it with her own.
Wait a sec. The AV of Dudealicious really is Dudealicious. I've seen that sweep across hairdo in his other pics. I mistakenly thought it was a seagull flying at his head but he kindly informed me it was a windy day.
If my AV was really me, I'd be sitting on a huge snowbank with blue lips and the perkiest nipples imaginable, cause it's fucking frigid here. But I never use my real pics as my AV. I just don't want or need that kind of attention from anyone that might actually know who I am. You have to be my friend (or those creepy stalking mods) to see my personal gallery of what I really look like.
I usually resort back to the infamous words of the imaginary Dr House when dealing with anyone or anything on the internet. Everybody lies. Intentionally or unintentionally, it happens.
I like Nutella. Just not on bread. I prefer to add it when I make ice cream. It never quite freezes and it adds a nice texture. It's much nicer to swirl into it than chocolate chips which freeze into little rocks of chocolate that I can break a tooth on.
I'm pretty fearless when it comes to making anything in the kitchen. But I think my holy grail would be Bisteeya.
I haven't had it in years, but I still remember the taste. *Drool*
It's a sweet and savory chicken pie made with almonds, cinnamon and phyllo pastry.
It's nummy and delicious and a painstakingly long process to make it.
But I've finally managed to make spanakopitas without making a total mess, so it might be next on my list of things to conquer.
Dear Insecure Cunt,
I don't want your "man". Ever. And I'm not looking for one. Although you might want to tell him you're in a relationship, cause I don't think he knows.
Or maybe he's hoping if he ignores you long enough, you'll go the fuck away.
I am not in fucking high school anymore and I never played that fucking game anyways when I WAS in high school.
Give your head a shake and come back to reality cause you're living in a fucking dreamworld. He is not a fucking prize by any means.
Keep your passive-aggressive heavily veiled threats to yourself. I don't want or need your drama.
If I wanted to be a raging twat like you, I could point out the guy I'm seeing is 110% better. In every way.
Ya know? Like my boyfriend is better than your boyfriend? But I'm not that fucking childish. I hope when I get to your age, I'm not that insecure.
You hover around him like flies do to a pile of shit. Hmmm... I guess that makes you a pest and him a big, stinking pile of feces.
You might want to think about that the next time you scowl and flip me the finger from across a crowded room cause your imaginary boyfriend came over to talk to everyone at our table.
You're a pest. And I have no problem slapping a bitch down.
What part of "Go the fuck away" don't you understand?
I wish I was a violent person so I could rearrange your face with my boot. Or a buick.