at 9:09AM on Nov 24
Toward the end of her performance, when it looked like she was about to cry, she mouthed “Thank you Jesus,” and I just wanted to give that poor baby a hug.
at 11:53AM on Nov 20
Agreed. I’m just not enjoying it. :/
at 12:51PM on Nov 17
It goes without saying, but no one else could be that beautiful in a pink tank top. #flawless #hero
at 12:47PM on Nov 17
at 1:10PM on Nov 14
Such sad news today. Damn.
at 1:06PM on Nov 14
I LOVED this show back in the day. The Osbournes helped me to look past my own family’s dysfunction and feel normal for once, haha. I’ll probably tune in for curiosity’s sake.
at 2:55PM on Nov 13
1) This throwback has made my day.
2) Flossy is one of my favorite words. And can really only be used in conjunction with itself #flossyflossy
3) I have found a platform where I can flaunt my obsession with “Cool” (!!!!!!) Not only my fave Gwen song, but one of my fave music videos of all time. EVER. I want all of the clothes. And the Italian villa. And the hawt man. Brunette Gwen rules.
at 7:18PM on Nov 9
I want all of Lindsey Thornburg’s cloaks. All of them. Oh but wait, I’M POOR.
at 3:36PM on Nov 3
at 1:51PM on Nov 2
So, my super-creepy celebrity dream was not fueled by a horror film, but nonetheless, it spawned repulsion for this celebrity for years afterward…
At some point during my pubescent years, I once dreamt that my grandmother and I went on a cruise, and as we boarded, Robert Downey Jr. helped with our luggage (because he wasn’t an actor in my dream, he worked for a cruiseline). Later, he came back to our room, and asked if I wanted to party with him. In a trashcan. He was high on cocaine and physically attacked me. That’s all I remember. So. Insane. I hated him for years after this dream. My psyche is cray, y’all. Love me some RDJ now.
Also, I had a recurring fear of being kidnapped growing up and dreamt that both Jimmy Kimmel and Michael Jackson were my kidnappers.