That thing where you reblog a NSFW asks post and then almost immediately fall asleep.
Got some good ones, some cute ones, some blushy ones. I’ll hit them up today and answer whatever else comes.
oops
Predicted cause of death:
StandardContinuing to tell sadists I’m going to fuck them up.
Or telling them to “fight me”
I just wanna discuss that I just saw Zoolander 2 with Pup and I recognized Ariana Grande in a full-on latex gimp suit in legit three seconds. Like, nope, that’s def Ari under there.
And also there was this. So THAT WAS A THING.
Sometimes he takes really artsy photos of my butt while he’s inside me.
So I totally just scandalized the middle-aged cashier at the CVS
ChatHim: I’ll take who’s next.
Me: Hi there.
Him: Do you have a CVS card?
Me: Yes, here.
Him: *rings up my shampoo no problem*
Him: *rings up my mixed nuts no issues there*
Him: *picks up the two things of lube (yes, I bought two, there was a 2-fer sale and I’m a savvy shopper)*
Him: …
Me: …
Him: Do you have a CVS card?
Me: Yeah, I just gave it to you.
Him: Oh. Oh. I meant do you want a bag? Sorry…sorry.
Me: Yes, please.
Him: Sure. Okay. Super. Sure. Okay. Okay. Okay. All right. Sure. Okay.
So I just realized I owe you guys another weekly preview of the collection I’m working on.
Expect it later this evening.
In the meantime, here’s a teensy little hint.
I need a crew of minions to find me this dress.
or you could just click the source…
LISTEN I HAD JUST WOKEN UP AND ACADEMIA IS KILLING ME RIGHT NOW.
But, yeah, for anyone else who is wondering…
Def saving my nickels and dimes BECAUSE THERE IS A LARRY DAVID ONE AS WELL.
30 Day Music Challenge, Day 6 – A Song That Makes You Want to Dance
StandardOops. Yeah. Remember when I was doing this?
“I Need Your Love” – Calvin Harris ft. Ellie Goulding.
The song itself isn’t particularly inspired, but one of my best friends once got a kick out of watching me empathically pelvic thrust to it a-la Eric Prydz. So, whenever it turns up on my iTunes or I hear it at the gym, I want to pelvic thrust dance to recall a really fun afternoon.
For something sweet and upbeat that reminds me of the first person I said ‘I love you’ to, check it.
For your daily dose of Kanye, look no further.
So, last night my friend turned 21. Since I gave up drinking for Lent, my tolerance is now shot to shit and I get drunker faster. Much, much faster. With much, much less alcohol.
With an amount consumed that would normally not do too much damage, I found myself accidentally drunk on a Tuesday. Whoops.
Of course, naturally, I run into that guy from my frat and say some stupid stuff. Just par for the course. But, he texted me this morning to make sure I was okay, which was sweet of him.
But, ugh, too many times he’s encountered me drunk and I don’t want him to just think I’m a mess. He sees me sober a lot, but he misses me somehow on nights out when I manage to keep my shit together (the greater percentage of nights out). He asked me to formals recently and I consented, but of course now I’m worried I’ll wind up drunk and making a fool of myself there.
Part of me wants to just make him go away before I continue to just mess up over and over. He’s way too nice and understanding about the whole thing and I worry eventually I’ll push that kindness to its breaking point and he’ll just get sick of me.
Sigh.
I went out last night to a frat party. I decided to wear one of my favorite skirts. It’s cute: safari inspired with some really useful pockets. I had not worn it in a while, since at least spring semester. After pairing it with some boots and a white lace top, I headed out with some friends.
Somewhere in the middle of the night, I was talking to some people when I kind of absently reached into one of the pockets on my skirt. I felt something inside and raised a brow before pulling it out. Lo and behold, I was holding one of my thongs in my hand. I have no idea how it got in there and I found myself blushing instantly.
But, I had to laugh when my friend shook her head and said, “I’m not even surprised, Ivy.”
Oops.