K, kids, I’m out.  I’ll be blogging very little, if at all.  I’ll undoubtedly be posting a shit-ton (actual unit of measure) on my Instagram.

And of course, I’ll be demanding life updates in a week, so better be prepared.

The other day Darrell Issa expressed his outrage that Obama had, in his diabolical attempt to cover up the incident, used the phrase “act of terror,” which, let’s be honest, is almost like saying, “Way to go, al Qaeda!”, instead of using the far, far, far more condemnatory phrase “terrorist attack.” It’s like the difference between saying “steaming pile of bullshit” when you ought to say “steaming bullshit pile”—anyone who can’t tell the difference between the two obviously can’t be trusted to run the country.

MADE IT, KIDS.

 

(via upworthy)

rollingstone:

Chris Brown’s upcoming album features a collaborative track that contains unheard vocals from Aaliyah.

Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh I can’t think of a more unworthy person to use unheard Aaliyah vocals.

Charred brussels sprout salad, from Emily Schuman at Cupcakes & Cashmere.

Why is this not appearing in front of me for lunch?

Lovely.

(via amillionroses)

rosalarian:

Angelina Jolie had a double mastectomy, in case you hadn’t heard. How dare she remove those ticking time bombs from her chest, amiright? Like, hasn’t she learned by now that her body is public domain and we all get to vote on what she does with it? Sheesh, how selfish can ya get.

This is perfect.

(via megwhat)

Important questions.

Inevitable.