squeeeeee! it is confirmed. a shiba inu puppy will be descending upon my universe NEXT WEEKEND. there is much to do in the way of puppy proofing, and scheduling of vet visits, and other such unexciting administrative whatnot… but for now (before i have to cover up my furniture and purchase a product called urine gone), let us just revel for a moment in the glory that is THE PUPPIES. i still don’t know which one will be coming home with me, but considering the fact that i have considered stuffing all of them in my purse and running at one point or other, i don’t think that disappointment is really a possibilty. oh, and here’s the weekend pickthrough or something… (although wouldn’t you just prefer to look at puppy pictures instead?)
a real live escort spills her dirty secrets (to some dude named woody).
how do i get this guy’s job? (not that i have a thing for bieber, but i do love that tiger beat)
could you wear nothing but the same six articles of clothing for a whole month? these shopaholic bitches did.
my favorite fashion blogger expands her empire to tumblr.
i thought that hobo spanx were bad, but i draw the line at self surgery.
i’ve been too much of a pussy to try out reusable feminine hygiene products, but the fearless girl with the red balloon makes the conversion effortlessly. should i go for it?
the portland food-cart world has a shockingly vicious underbelly (ok, more like marginally passive aggressive underbelly, but still).