I stuck around for about 8 seasons before I couldn’t take the heartbreak anymore. I keep considering going back, but I don’t know if I’m emotionally ready. It has made me cry more than any other show and most relationships. Simply, wonderfully, heart wrenching television. Shonda Rhimes is an emotionally manipulating genius.
I don’t understand how grown women can just expect their significant others to dole out cash like that on things. You’re in a relationship. It’s a partnership, not an excuse to have someone buy you presents. Unless you met on that sugar daddy dating site and then that’s a different story.
As someone who is currently planning a wedding, for fall of 2017, I am fully aware that I have family members who will miss my wedding if there is a Clemson home game that weekend. Currently I am praying to the football gods that it is an away game so that people are not upset, but as the ACC doesn’t give out the full schedule until the spring, planning around football season becomes a waiting game. And while I realize it would make sense to do it earlier, extenuating circumstances are preventing that.
All that being said, you can be guaranteed that we will have a projector showing the Clemson game at the reception should it be at the same time. Sometimes you have to do it in the fall, but you have to take the consequences that come with it.
(Unless I can finally convince my fiancé to elope. Still working on that one)
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But how does one live without wifi?
My roommate and I considered this until we saw the price. We’ll make our own. Far more economical.
Thanksgiving is the best. All the fun, none of the pressure. No Christmas until the day after.
I thought there wasn’t going to be an instance of “Mama” in that whole conversation. I was so optimistic and foolish.
Fantastic Jungle Book reference sir. The Law of the Jungle will always apply.
Our homecoming is this weekend and the girls are getting together tomorrow night for exactly this sort of thing. Cannot wait.
Cheering for Katie right up until girl “accidentally” drowns her in the pool in a fit of rage.
I stuck around for about 8 seasons before I couldn’t take the heartbreak anymore. I keep considering going back, but I don’t know if I’m emotionally ready. It has made me cry more than any other show and most relationships. Simply, wonderfully, heart wrenching television. Shonda Rhimes is an emotionally manipulating genius.
I don’t understand how grown women can just expect their significant others to dole out cash like that on things. You’re in a relationship. It’s a partnership, not an excuse to have someone buy you presents. Unless you met on that sugar daddy dating site and then that’s a different story.
In case of confusion, that was to Cube-A-Saurus. Poor timing on hitting send.
You shut your whore mouth.
Forget the walk of shame. The stride of pride is where it’s at. No regrets (you hope).
As someone who is currently planning a wedding, for fall of 2017, I am fully aware that I have family members who will miss my wedding if there is a Clemson home game that weekend. Currently I am praying to the football gods that it is an away game so that people are not upset, but as the ACC doesn’t give out the full schedule until the spring, planning around football season becomes a waiting game. And while I realize it would make sense to do it earlier, extenuating circumstances are preventing that.
All that being said, you can be guaranteed that we will have a projector showing the Clemson game at the reception should it be at the same time. Sometimes you have to do it in the fall, but you have to take the consequences that come with it.
(Unless I can finally convince my fiancé to elope. Still working on that one)
I did consider that. But I would hope you didn’t think your hand have you a STD
“From overuse” nice job sneaking in that humble brag
Shoutout for Charlotte! Which yoga studio?
I want to punch her in the throat every time I read it.
This wouldn’t happen to be what some may refer to as the “viagra triangle” would it?
American Gods by Neil Gaiman