Wait. Wait. This is not my hat.
I am Katie. I go to grad school or something. I live in Virginia. You are now bored with this autobiography.
This is my Twitter, where I am annoying in shorter spurts.
This is my blog of poems and prose I like.
This is my blog of food that I've made.
Ask me a question here.
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My son has a girlfriend.
That is all.
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(Some of your replies to my posts lately have me thinking I should clarify something I don’t really want to talk about: Pablo moved back to...
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Reasons I wish I was from The South
- Saying y’all all the time.
- Grits
- Sounding sincerely polite and friendly while being a bitch.
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I accidentally bought Oreos with birthday cake filling
life is hell
Standing. Ovation.
(via cafiffle)
I think about this at least once a week and start laughing on the train or on the toilet or in the shower or in my sex dungeon or at work or while walking down the street.
(via lemondifficult)
Santorum continued, “…people make poor decisions with respect to their health and their healthcare. And they don’t go to the emergency room or they don’t go to the doctor when they need to.”
Yes! If you’re dying of cancer, it’s your own fault for not going to the doctor. And if you don’t go to the doctor because you don’t have insurance, it’s your own fault for not having a job. And if you don’t have a job because you’re dying of cancer, get yourself to a doctor, what is wrong with you?! Other than the cancer, obviously.
Stephen Colbert.
I just want to hug him. That’s all I want.
Hey so I found this young picture of Stephen Colbert.
