
Ice Cream: A Comprehensive Guide
When going out for ice cream, getting an exemplary hard serve cone should be your primary goal.
When going out for ice cream, getting an exemplary hard serve cone should be your primary goal.
Peak Allison Janney right here, but with numerous parental triggers: “engorged,” “testicle retrieval,” “heinous bitch,” and of course, “Reginald’s quivering member.”
In the movie, a skipping CD results in a boom box getting kicked in someone’s face. In the Broadway production, the song stops because of a wardrobe-malfunction-turned-social-media-scandal.
Do they actually mean it, or are they just playing with the emotions of their fans, trying to up their follower and like count?
Locusts. They were good enough for John the Baptist; they are good enough for your toddler.
If you think this isn’t for you based on the off-putting title, get thee to a Netflix subscription—this show is definitely for you.
It turns out I am not as hip to the jive as I used to be.
What are your goals for the coming year? How can your manager support you in meeting these goals?
Then one day it occurred to me how insane it was to keep a journal on the family computer.
I really appreciate the time you’ve taken to get to know me. You, my friend, are the master of mixtapes. Each week, you introduce me a new crop of tunes.
And if Regina Spektor happens to be giving a concert in Central Park on that particular Wednesday, who’s to say I have to move my painstakingly planned picnic?
According to Google, there are twelve independent bookstores in upper Manhattan, the section of the city I call home.
It felt like I was coming face to face with someone I’ve known my whole life: a trusted confidant, a wise neighbor and teacher and principal and professor.
But regardless of his insistence that I follow his exact instructions or else something might go Terribly Wrong, I’d come too far to go back now.
When I get a job, I will have a brand-new wardrobe to match my brand-new job. I’m not sure where all these new clothes will come from, but most likely Olivia Pope’s closet.
As soon as we walked into West Park Presbyterian Church, we were already in the wrong place.
0734:
Bobby pin located by companion, lock picking commenced. She picks. I pick. The lock is deemed unpickable.
I can distinctly remember my life before I knew what Delilah looked like, but I cannot go back to that time.
So there you have it: my NYC role models. Here’s hoping I learn from their mistakes and also make some non-fictional friends ASAP.
The most concerning aspect of this new policy is that it does not leave any room for thoughtful, spirit-led discussion and potential disagreement.
Eventually we’ll we end up here, at Martha’s, on a Tuesday, past our bedtime. For sweet treats, those blessed and treacherous confections.
“All the lonely people / where do they all come from? All the lonely people / are they actually as lonely as they look or are they just having a bad day?” – Paul McCartney and me
Barnabas
+10 Christian points and +1000 Calvin points.
I have spent the past few months reading and laughing and feeling a part of a larger community of people who frequented the site. The Toastie community is known for its camaraderie.
I don’t pray anymore. I feel like I should want to, but I don’t. I bow my head in church and before meals, but those are more habits than prayers.
You wanted to see if you could get an appointment soon?! Like, within the year of our Lord 2016?! Don’t you know how busy we are?
She is polite, she is professional. She has never met you before, and probably won’t interact with you outside of formal setting, or ever again.
But where do our clothes actually come from? Before they get to the mall or the boutique or the bargain bin, before we buy them for their comfort, style, or perceived necessity in our wardrobe. Sure, the tag lists a country, but what does that really mean? Who are the people who make them? What are their working conditions like? Are they paid a living wage?
“Galentine’s Day is about celebrating lady friends,” said the holiday’s founder, Leslie Knope of Pawnee, Indiana. “We leave our husbands and boyfriends at home and just come and kick it breakfast-style.”
So, in the immortal words of Usher and St. Augustine, these are my confessions. Fellow lit lovers, I have failed you.