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Welcome to the Pretty and Fit Valentine’s Day GIVEAWAY! I think this will be by far the best one. I’m so excited to share it with you guys.
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Here’s what’s up for grabs!
- 1 Pair of Tall Chestnut colored Uggs – Size 9
- 1 Bottle of Juicy Couture – Viva La Juicy 1.7oz
- 1 Bobbi Brown Bronze Tortoiseshell Eye Palette (8 Colors + Super Pretty)
- 1 Pair Seven For All Mankind Dojo Jeans with the Crystal “7” – Size 27
- 1 Black COACH Signature Purse with pretty Metallic Stripe and Signature Cs
- and the best part –
A brand new MACBOOK AIR 11in Computer – Super Slim, light, and cute.Here’s the rules:
-Must be following:prettyandfit.tumblr.com
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-Reblog up to 5 times
-The winner will be chosen using Random.org, so try and use all 5 Reblogs for more chances to win!
-No likes, only reblogs.
— Ends on Valentine’s Day February 14th 2012
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There’s a Lynchian quality to your music where it’s evil and dark or sinister at times, but there’s a strange humor in it all. Like how David Foster Wallace says that there’s murder and then there’s Lynchian murder, which would be like someone murdering their wife because they didn’t bring home the right kind of Jiffy peanut butter.
Or like the parents yelling at each other just going, “Bah bah bah,” in “The Alphabet.” He’s definitely got a sense of humor. And I think that humor is something that’s not well done if it’s forced — you just have to actually find something funny. A lot of the stuff I’m talking about in the piece are things that when I tell the stories to people I tell them as jokes, but it’s sort of like you have to laugh not to cry about it.
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Photo reblogged from stephbird.
I’ve repeatedly said that for people who have as little in common as Joanne and myself, we have an uncommonly good marriage. We are actors. We make pictures and that’s about all we have in common. Maybe that’s enough. Wives shouldn’t feel obligated to accompany their husbands to a ball game, husbands do look a bit silly attending morning coffee breaks with the neighborhood wives when most men are out at work. Husbands and wives should have separate interests, cultivate different sets of friends and not impose on the other … You can’t spend a lifetime breathing down each other’s necks … We are very, very different people and yet somehow we feed off those varied differences and instead of separating us, it has made the whole bond a lot stronger. —Paul Newman
(Source: mattybing1025)
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You know it saves me to think even for a little while
I owned the set of shoulders that you came to rely on
Like in that movie theater when you whispered in my ear
I almost didn’t make it
This has been my hardest year
Your job is killing you faster than a cancer could
So now you’re giving up like they always said you would
You’ve got that old map out now and you found the farthest town
You hope that if you’re lucky this is where you’ll settle down
I don’t care where you move I don’t care if it’s far
All that I ask is that I know where you are
In case our timing is right
In case you need more from me
Than a bit of advice
Or a tongue full of sympathy
You know it kills me to see such a pretty girl so tired
You’ve got your mother’s cheekbones and your father’s crooked smile
Forget all those places that you’ve never really been
And all those situations you somehow found yourself in
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When I was in fifth grade, I had the Waiting to Exhale soundtrack and I like, thought I knew what this song was about. Like, I would sing along and hit my chest when I sang about being his loverrrr and secreteeeeeeear
11 years of sacrifice, but I wasn’t even that old yet :(
Wheres the y?
TGIF hell yes.
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see the evidence:
Ariel Pink in his video, “Kate I wait”
(a boy dedicated this to me in college and I thought it was the most romantic. We had driven two hours to see Ariel Pink push around a vacuum cleaner or something on stage while wearing a cape.)
For Kate, I wait.
He had a girlfriend, but yeah my name is Kate. I was the one waiting :(
LOL
Reminds me of the scene in Annie Hall when they go back and see a younger version of Diane Keaton with that man who wants to die by being torn apart by wolves, and like, puts her foot on his heart. Guess we all had that period.
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I think this song was popular last year, or maybe two years ago but I’m behind the times and I just got cable and I realized, sweet jesus, these are some well-bred American boys.
This video did something to me, all these strapping young men smiling and tossing around the ol pigskin.
I think I spent so many years chasing dudes who didn’t shower and looked like Devandra Barnyard and like, Ariel Pink that growing up is just like, appreciating a really nice looking American boy.
Hello there young men.
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1. Does watching Murder, She Wrote make me a writer?
2. Does thinking, not doing, about measuring my window to put up new curtains make me a Real Simple reader?
My next door neighbors have a beautiful kitchen floor. I can see it when I look out my second floor bedroom window. One night, before Christmas, standing there watching my neighbors wrapping presents, oh wait, look closer…the four of them are sitting around their kitchen table making GINGERBREAD houses.
I realized I needed to put clothes on, the naked neighbor lady dripping wet from her shower, toweling off her hair needed to put on clothes or at the least, hang curtains.
They are the people who set their table and put salt and pepper shakers on the table, every night. As I hung my mattress cover, (that will have to serve as curtains for the time being) over my window, I heard a collective sigh of relief that they wouldn’t have to look at naked neighbor lady.
4. The New Year is so funny. I tried to write down resolutions, or things that I want to be better at this year. Lose 5-10 pounds? But, I lost 20 pounds this year. Without trying, anxiety and stress will do that to you. A co-worker tried to ask me if I had an eating disorder the other day and I almost burst into tears.
“Do you have a problem…with……..food?…Are you..overdoing it?
The woman stared closely at my face, studying my face so closely I was insecure about my large pores and my bloodshot eyes. She was looking at my face, scrutinizing it, watching where my eyes went. Watching my hand clutch my collar bone, the way I always do when I’m nervous, rubbing the red spots that appear across my chest.
No, I haven’t showered today. I just ate french fries for lunch. With ranch. I’m trying to be healthier. I try to eat healthy. I am fine. I like to run and I do yoga. Sometimes. Sometimes, I eat three bags of full size potato chips that I keep hidden in my bottom desk drawer.
As I spit out answers, I realize I sound like a classic eating disorder , stammering out weird excuses. I love ice cream. Me? No. It’s just, I’m tired. God, I’m fine! ME! I LOVE FOOD.
I’m busy. A writing class last semester almost made me have a nervous breakdown. I haven’t showered. I couldn’t sleep last night. I hurt my neck this week.
5. The last few months were trying, but aren’t they always. I calculated that I was “working” (real job vs. grad school vs. actual time spent in the classroom) an average of 70 hours a week. I know some people can do this easy breezy. Not me. I found myself being pulled like a strange tension rod, almost ready to snap most days, on the verge of…not standing up again? Not knowing my name anymore. Losing my mind? Myself? Nervous knots sat in my stomach at all hours and I would wake up exhausted, eyes bloodshot, angry, tense, tired, sad, forgetting to eat.
So that’s it lady, there’s my eating disorder. It’s only in the past few days (not even weeks, months, I’m saying days) that I started to sit still long enough again to take deep breaths. But we’re all battling our eating disorder/anxiety problem/weight issues/anger management/neuroses/fears every single day so, lady, I don’t need you to ask me if I’m okay. And as she flippantly walked away, unconvinced that I wasn’t sick, needing help, anorexic, whatever the fuck she was projecting on me, I tried to puff my cheeks out and stand up a little bit taller.
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Bill Murray on Gilda Radner:
“Gilda got married and went away. None of us saw her anymore. There was one good thing: Laraine had a party one night, a great party at her house. And I ended up being the disk jockey. She just had forty-fives, and not that many, so you really had to work the music end of it. There was a collection of like the funniest people in the world at this party. Somehow Sam Kinison sticks in my brain. The whole Monty Python group was there, most of us from the show, a lot of other funny people, and Gilda. Gilda showed up and she’d already had cancer and gone into remission and then had it again, I guess. Anyway she was slim. We hadn’t seen her in a long time. And she started doing, “I’ve got to go,” and she was just going to leave, and I was like, “Going to leave?” It felt like she was going to really leave forever.
So we started carrying her around, in a way that we could only do with her. We carried her up and down the stairs, around the house, repeatedly, for a long time, until I was exhausted. Then Danny did it for a while. Then I did it again. We just kept carrying her; we did it in teams. We kept carrying her around, but like upside down, every which way—over your shoulder and under your arm, carrying her like luggage. And that went on for more than an hour—maybe an hour and a half—just carrying her around and saying, “She’s leaving! This could be it! Now come on, this could be the last time we see her. Gilda’s leaving, and remember that she was very sick—hello?”
We worked all aspects of it, but it started with just, “She’s leaving, I don’t know if you’ve said good-bye to her.” And we said good-bye to the same people ten, twenty times, you know.
And because these people were really funny, every person we’d drag her up to would just do like five minutes on her, with Gilda upside down in this sort of tortured position, which she absolutely loved. She was laughing so hard we could have lost her right then and there.
It was just one of the best parties I’ve ever been to in my life. I’ll always remember it. It was the last time I saw her.”- from Live from New York: an Uncensored History of Saturday Night Live
