tiffanyjmoore: My mom likes to joke about me being switched at birth.  A LOT.  Based on the physical resemblance (and the remarkable speed at which we can both polish off a bottle of vodka and a box of Krispy Kreme donuts), I’d say that’s pretty unlikely. One thing we don’t have in common?  A love of 80s hair.  I mean, just look at her hair.  LOOK AT IT. All things considered, I have to say I got pretty lucky in the mom department.  If I ever become half as awesome as she is, I’ll consider that a success. Hey Tiffany, do me a HUGE favor…google “Nikki Reed as Rosalie Hale” for me. And then look at yourself in the mirror. TWINS!

tiffanyjmoore:

My mom likes to joke about me being switched at birth.  A LOT.  Based on the physical resemblance (and the remarkable speed at which we can both polish off a bottle of vodka and a box of Krispy Kreme donuts), I’d say that’s pretty unlikely.

One thing we don’t have in common?  A love of 80s hair.  I mean, just look at her hair.  LOOK AT IT.

All things considered, I have to say I got pretty lucky in the mom department.  If I ever become half as awesome as she is, I’ll consider that a success.

Hey Tiffany, do me a HUGE favor…google “Nikki Reed as Rosalie Hale” for me.

And then look at yourself in the mirror.

TWINS!

Now for something sort of not depressing. And a thank you.

I have been living off of Eggnog Lattes ALL WEEK. I mean like…one a day. Venti. Straight eggnog, no milk mixed in. I tried one iced today. It was grand. Anyway…

These fuckers are 550 calories each. At this rate I’ll be so obese by Christmas that I can play Santa’s wife.

Despite the ridiculous calories, I plan on learning how to make eggnog so I can have these little shits year round.

Thanks to coffee and you guys…I am getting through this week better than most. Also, thank you to all who donated! We definitely appreciate every little bit and it will help a lot.

I seriously love every single last one of you.

Now where the hell did I put that coffee…

My family needs your help.

As you all know, my father-in-law died on Monday. Leaving his wife, my mother-in-law, with very little money to pay for his funeral and other expenses. This is a hard time for my family and the stress from lack of money is making it 10 times worse.

If you could donate a dollar of five it would be completely appreciated. I am a very prideful person and this is extremely hard to do. I wouldn’t do this if it wasn’t completely necessary. Thank you.

Donate Here.

fandomslut: FUCK YEAH. Goddamn, fuck yeah.

fandomslut:

FUCK YEAH.

Goddamn, fuck yeah.

davio1962: tinyclicks: Grumble. What a perfect opportunity to apply that “band-aid accessory” to your glasses—just like you always wanted.  I sure hope you can also get your hands on a pocket protector to complete the ensemble. Occulus Repairo.

davio1962:

tinyclicks:

Grumble.

What a perfect opportunity to apply that “band-aid accessory” to your glasses—just like you always wanted.  I sure hope you can also get your hands on a pocket protector to complete the ensemble.

Occulus Repairo.

marleymarley: sniffyjenkins: So this happened yesterday evening. I found a package from my publisher yesterday when I got home after work. Remember I was still high on presciption opiates (seriously, they were strong), but even without I would have been overwhelmed. What I did next: Gasped. Squeed. Almost threw up. Stroked them. Burst into tears. Laughed like a hyena. Cried some more. Smelled them. Opened one. Sobbed. Flicked through a few pages. Put it down. Fell off the sofa, on which I was kneeling, still in my coat and boots. Squealed. Whooped. Repeat. These are just proof copies for reviewers and overseas publishers and the final novel will look like the central bit of the illustration you can see on the cover, but holy effing hell I’m unable to describe what it feels like to see my odd little book almost all growed up and printed and bound and my words inside and a photo of me on the back and my name, my fucking name, on the cover. So there you have it. Another evening of lunacy with Justine. Also, I do hope whoever reads it likes it. I’m getting a tad nervous. And by ‘nervous’ I mean ‘fucking terrified’. (via sniffyjenkins) Justine, you phenomenal woman. We are all so very proud and happy for you. This is a huge accomplishment, and you simply must squee and whoop and sob and do all if those things- an mark them well. This is a success, and you must never forget how it feels. Also: tour dates and locations, please. My hand is itching to grab your bum. I’ll be looking for a advance publisher’s copy at work. Hope we get one *crosses fingers*

marleymarley:

sniffyjenkins:

So this happened yesterday evening.

I found a package from my publisher yesterday when I got home after work. Remember I was still high on presciption opiates (seriously, they were strong), but even without I would have been overwhelmed.

What I did next:

  • Gasped.
  • Squeed.
  • Almost threw up.
  • Stroked them.
  • Burst into tears.
  • Laughed like a hyena.
  • Cried some more.
  • Smelled them.
  • Opened one.
  • Sobbed.
  • Flicked through a few pages.
  • Put it down.
  • Fell off the sofa, on which I was kneeling, still in my coat and boots.
  • Squealed.
  • Whooped.
  • Repeat.

These are just proof copies for reviewers and overseas publishers and the final novel will look like the central bit of the illustration you can see on the cover, but holy effing hell I’m unable to describe what it feels like to see my odd little book almost all growed up and printed and bound and my words inside and a photo of me on the back and my name, my fucking name, on the cover.

So there you have it. Another evening of lunacy with Justine.

Also, I do hope whoever reads it likes it. I’m getting a tad nervous.

And by ‘nervous’ I mean ‘fucking terrified’.

(via sniffyjenkins)

Justine, you phenomenal woman. We are all so very proud and happy for you. This is a huge accomplishment, and you simply must squee and whoop and sob and do all if those things- an mark them well. This is a success, and you must never forget how it feels. Also: tour dates and locations, please. My hand is itching to grab your bum.

I’ll be looking for a advance publisher’s copy at work. Hope we get one *crosses fingers*

I'll be back shortly.

I promise. I’ll be back to hearting and starring and laughing. Give me a few days or a week.

Two family deaths in one week is kind of exhausting.

The thought of going through the motions is ridiculous to me when there are so many people hurting.

My nickname in the fifth grade was "BP the Gas Station".

Because I had the same initials as the gas station. Or was it because I had a lot of gas? I honestly can’t remember.

Portugal’s Chapel of Bones. YES! That is a BODY…just…hanging there! Click through for the article.

Portugal’s Chapel of Bones. YES! That is a BODY…just…hanging there!

Click through for the article.

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