Hey boys and girls,
This Is my introduction post from my other blog :3 to add to it I’d like to see some of the things I like and love are Kpop, Kdramas, Jpop, Jdramas, Asian men, Asian women, you’re getting the jist of it. I’ll be posting in both blogs about these things (and even more stuff on my other blog) so hop on over there and follow me bitches 😛
See you on the next post,
Hello Boys and Girls,
My name is Gigi and I like a lot of things
Before I typed this, I was distraught. I couldn’t find a free theme I liked, and when I did find a theme I liked it turned to shit as soon as I started to customize it. I finally found one that I liked and didn’t destroy in customization, I tried to type up an introduction. What do I say , how do I say it all, how can I make this clever, can I possibly become a comedian over the next few key strokes? I finished, I smiled, I clicked publish and watched my masterpiece as my page open up-
and it was shit. My theme sucked, my intro sucked, and my possible comedian future was crushed before I could find an open mic night to embarrass myself at.
So here I am starting over…
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This basically encapsulates ALL my feelings about the The Veronica Mars Movie.
So, here’s the thing: I was going to at least try to pretend I could be objective about this movie. But it turns out that when you’ve loved something going on ten years, and spent most of those years thinking you’d never see it again… seeing it again is really pretty amazeballs. Like, I’ve basically been floating through the past week and half on a cloud of emotions and unicorns hearts.
And objectivity is overrated, anyway. LET THE SUPER SQUEE DEBRIEF BEGIN.
On a scale of one to SO SATISFIED, OMG how good was this movie for you? It is literally impossible for me to imagine being more satisfied. (Well, maybe if the movie was twice as long? And if they’d done an NC-17 version of the love scene? I guess I could imagine being slightly more satisfied then.)
Suffice to say: it was super good for me on a…
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Because good soap tends to make me lose all sense of propriety, I feel like I should apologize to anyone in a five mile radius of my house yesterday. They’re probably wondering who Lulu is and why she should just OPEN THE DAMN LETTER, ALREADY.
(As the shriek I let out when Brad went over the edge was no doubt supersonic, I’m sure they couldn’t decipher enough of the details to wonder if they should be calling the cops on his behalf. But still, neighbors: I’m very sorry.)
I have to hand it to Nikolas: sure, every single engagement party he’s ever had at Wyndemere has ended in tragedy and murder. And sure, even the ghost/hallucination of his last fiance (who was murdered at his last engagement party) was all “hey, maybe just quietly elope this time?” But does Nikolas let any of that stop him from giving it the old college…
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