KIMBRA I LOVE YOU. LET’S PARTY HARD!
KIMBRA I LOVE YOU. LET’S PARTY HARD!
is this a joke? am i being punked right now?
Lifetime is offering up more details about Lindsay Lohan’s upcoming role as Elizabeth Taylor in the Lifetime film, “Liz & Dick.”
In a statement on Monday, Lifetime’s exec VP of programming, Rob Sharenow, said they’re “thrilled” that the 25-year-old actress is portraying the film legend, who died in March of last year.
Lohan, Sharenow said, “is one of the rare actresses who possesses the talent, beauty and intrigue to capture the spirit of such a provocative icon.”
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Everyone is so concerned about whether Obama is actually a US citizen, yet, ol Mitt can’t even get “America” right. NOT a time to party on, Amercia.
I have wanted to read this book for so long now. I asked for it for Christmas this past year; however, failed to receive it. Sigh. Perhaps someone, someday will buy this book for me as I would rather receive it as a gift than spend my own money. 🙂 Party on, Mindy.
so why’d you sing hallelujah if it meant nothin to ya? why’d ya sing with me at all?
Okay so it’s hot as FUCK at work. This sucks majorly and makes me want do vomit and throw things. I am completely miserable, San Diego.
lana del rey. you sound so dumb live and during interviews but on album, you kinda give me a lady boner. props.
Okay, so. Everyday we have some sort of epiphany or explosion of realization go on inside our heads, right? Alright. I’ve come to realize that I’ve got some issues….once again.. we all do, but realizing them is first and foremost in working toward fixing them. I have never really been in a situation where I’ve felt truly wanted, loved, appreciated, etc etc etc yadda yadda yadda tissue-box-full-o-tears. Got it. So, how do I react to these horrid situations? Oh yeah. I keep myself in them. WAY TO GO, ME. I stay there. I fester in the sickening, self-depreciating, self-destructing place where I fail to learn. I blame it all on myself. Where I go wrong is that I fail to recognize my worth, which is difficult if you’ve been in this “place” for a long time. So, I’ve learned that I need to get OUT of it — unfortunately, that’s as far as I’ve gotten. How and when I’ll get there, that’s unknown at this moment in time. I cry, I whine, I allow myself to stay in this desert of shit while the other fella gets away scott free. NOT ANYMORE. We’re gonna change that. In the words of my co-worker, who would like to remain nameless, “As captain planet would say… the power is yours.” True True. Let the power BE mine. PARTY ON.
It’s amazing that our younger generation wants to marry and “live the married life” that society has put in place for.. well.. ever. Since working full time at a job I despise, I do find myself day dreaming about being a housewife of a beautifully handsome rich man, where all I have to do is work out, lie by the pool, cook, clean, tan, and get my hair and nails done, then wait for my hubby to come home to me just wearing an apron then gettin’ down. Can’t this be the new american dream? C’mon. APRONS!!! Shake it, Kimbra.
You suck majorly. I am feeling the best I have felt in the past couple of weeks, which I’m not going to complain about. Monday is just a day that no one really cares for anyway. It’s like.. “oh god, here comes ______” or “root canals are fun…” or something. Monday. Why do we hate you? Is it because you ruin our weekend by popping back up? Is it because we know we have to endure another week starting with you in order to get more sleep, have fun, party, and just kick it?? Monday, you sure have a bad rep. Maybe think about becoming Tuesday instead. Oh wait. Tuesday is the new Monday. HAPPY MON/TUES EVERYONE. Let’s party.