These days, Emma Watson looks much less like a kid and much more like the Dutch au pairs who lived with us when I was little.
(via Go Fug Yourself)
Look, I did it! I made it through an entire blog post without mentioning Our Sarah! ... Oh. Shit.
Speaking of Our Sarah, one of my coworkers approached me this afternoon and said, "You're going to hate me but I actually watched the debates and I liked her! She seemed really great!" In an UNRELATED INCIDENT, another coworker approached me ten minutes later and, when I asked what his girlfriend did, said, "You're going to hate me: She's a model."
"I can't believe everyone thinks I'm a hater!" I said to a third coworker shortly thereafter.
"You do hate a lot," she answered kindly.
Yikes! When did I get this alarming reputation? Let's clear this up. Here is a FULL LIST of the things I hate:
- One-word footwear (Uggs, Crocs)
- Dippy, sentimental movies that are a waste of talent and often have offensive subtexts (Love, Actually, Serendipity, 200 Cigarettes)
- Dictators, except wacky ones straight out of Douglas Adams who force all citizens to read their poetry
- Mmm injustice? Unfairness? Stuff like that.
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