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My Mom is awesome.

She sent me this video. 
Which I think says a lot about her as a person.
*high fives all around*
http://www.vox.com/2015/3/4/8147293/same-love-skeletons-dancing
also, it looks like it's filmed in Montreal
and I'm slightly obsessed
you may have noticed

Jodie Foster is gay?!?!

Just found out Jodie Foster is gay!
*mind explosion*
when did this happen?!
Have I been living under a rock?!


Same Sex Marriage


Give me love

like I wasn't already in love with Ed Sheeran 
and then he has to do this:
and also has the most beautiful woman ever as an angel who shoots people with love:
....is it even legal for her to be this good looking?
she probably causes car crashes daily
Here's a link to the music video if you haven't seen it yet:

Dinah Shore Weekend, Palm Springs

*texting my friend*

Me: Is Dinah Shore sold out?
Her: Nope
Me: Coooool. Maybe this is weird but can I come with you? Is that crazy?......haha
Her: Not weird at all. The only problem is I have 5-7 ladies in my room though.  It's a tight squeeze
Me: Hmmmm sounds good to me lol :/ haha
Her: Lol we can talk about it tomorrow
Me: Haha cool. I could sleep on you. To save space(thumbs up emoticon). I'm good like that
Her: You are so sweet (face blowing a kiss heart emoticon)

I try. I try. 



Labels, matter?

A three year old child in my family ripped all the labels off all the canned goods in the cupboard circa 1980. For privacy reasons thy shall remain nameless.
For months my Mom would open mystery cans and make dinners out of whatever happened to be inside. A peach could become a variety of things, peach cobbler, a smoothie....cereal topping. 
But still, a peach is inherently a peach. 
Because of the hilarity of mystery dinner nights I cannot deny the convenience of labels.
For canned goods.