#hwoodrepstarter

[belxvely]

I’ve spent the better part of the last two hours wondering how the hell people actually live in tiny houses. Now, don’t get me wrong, I think they’re absolutely adorable, but how does one stick everything in such a small space? I’m always intrigued when they find ways to hide things, but I feel like if my family were to live in one, it would just look like the inside of a really big toy box… because there’s no way I’d be able to make everything disappear no matter how hard I tried. Plus, the kitchen would be so incredibly small. HOW? I would go absolutely crazy.

[nikkirccd-blog]

I was flipping through channels and came across Counting On. The television show doesn’t really matter, more so the content on the show when I paused. Everyone was trying goat cheese and, mostly, turning their noses up to it. Why are people so willing to eat cheese when it comes out of a cow but not a goat? They both are from animals. Granted, I understand they are different tastes but no one truly knows until they try so why the judgement before? I’m offended for goats and their cheese. 

[lanamparrlla-blog]

Do you know the average American lives 18 miles from their mom? I always knew I was above average! Thanks for confirming it random national census. I can’t imagine living that close to my mom, honestly. The woman would be all up in my business all the time. A woman needs to be able to walk around homes sans pants without the fear of their mother walking in telling them to do that outside before her ovaries die out.

[grrreene-blog]

Have you ever watched something that engrossed you so incredibly much that you sit there, hair all fucked up, a possibly juice stain on your shirt and the wild internal discussion as to whether you’re not sure if you want to be the character or fuck the character? Because seriously, this has been me the last few days with just about everything I’ve watched, and I’m not too sure what that says about me.

[chan-mas-blog]

I find the weekends going by faster and faster each weekend. I think I might need to take a vacation or something. At the same time I don’t want to because I just got my job back.

[stcphcnamxll]

There is a new crew member on our set and he asked me what steps we’re supposed to take in the event of a fire. I told him really fucking big ones! He wasn’t happy with my answer. Seriously who the hell thinks about work burning down the first day on the job? I may be working with a pyromaniac. 

[pwxsley-blog]

There are times where I lay up at night, thinking about the Peppa Pig video clip that shows her hanging up on her friend when she’s complaining about not knowing how to whistle and the friend whistles, and I think about how relatable it is. I would have definitely hung up on her the moment she tried to upstage me on a phone call. A phone call that I chose to make. Did she not realize everyone texts theses days? She’s lucky it wasn’t via bitmojis. Mine is a little taller than I actually am and has way more game than I could ever wish to have. I’m Paul Wesley, and I’d probably fail a sleep study test.

[emm-rossum]

So now would be the time for introductions, right? How come anytime anyone tries to introduce themselves they usually always start by saying how bad at introductions they are? I feel like you gotta have more faith in yourself then that, people! Start off like ‘I fucking rock at intros!’ cuz that’s the way to be--confidence is key, especially in Hollywood. Anyways, I’m gonna go for it. I’m Emmy, I’m a native New Yorker, I love being outside, there’s a chance you’ve already seen my tits on TV, and I might love a good hot dog more then anything else in the world. So that’s me...I fucking rock at intros...