oh, tyra.

you are truly batshit crazy.



and just in case you were wondering what the real thing looked like:



honestly, how much do you think these women were paid by unilever to scream about their new $100 jars of vaseline?

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family treason.

my mom was wandering around the mall while i got my nails done today. when i found her afterwards, she was carrying a dick's sporting goods bag. although she is admittedly more athletic than i (don't think that bar could really be any lower though), that was a surprise. when i went to go see what she had purchased, she whipped out these:

meanwhile, why are my parents even in town visiting? for my graduation. from DUKE.

in her defense though, she thought the initials stood for the state, not the university. also, they were a bargain basement price of $5. infer what you will from the deep discount.

my beach week discovery.

apparently i've been missing out because the price is right is HILARIOUS.

people matter, but celebrities matter more.

i don't like john mayer as a musician. like at all. even though i (un)willingly have the wondrous body-land song on my ipod. but if he's willing to embrace his tooliness, i support him 100%.



bravo.

gang wars in south africa.

lesson of the day? never count out the underdog. he could have a lot of really big, aggressive friends.

just how much does my car hate me?

...so much so that it digested and regurgitated the drive belt completely of its own accord, thus rendering the cooling and power steering systems completely useless. in the middle of i-95. the mechanic literally went looking for the belt and just found a few strands left behind. and i'm pretty sure we ran over whatever it decided to eject. either that or a small animal. bastard (my car, that is).

i just needed like, FOUR MORE WEEKS. two of which i would be OUT OF TOWN. dear saaby, please DIAF. you totally usurped my graduation dress fund. BASTARD.

apologies, i clearly have serious issues with my soon to be abandoned car. THE BASTARD!

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i grew up on this stuff.

it turned the milk an organically natural purplish blue color. it was AWESOME. regular milk just wasn't sweet enough after that sugar-coma inducing blast.

delicious. no, really.