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Gab, 19, NY. Tina Fey is my heroine, and by heroine I mean lady hero. I don’t want to inject her and listen to jazz. I like pretty, dark-haired women and breakfast food.

"These are my awards, mother. From Army."

One time I saw Saturday Night Live. The host, Tina Fey, acknowledged my existence. I died.

Formerly afancyprostitute, nightcheesetime, letsomeonein and redundanttorsofabric.



robotmango:

gooqueen:

every year after you turn 17 you get further away from being the age of the dancing queen and that’s my least favorite thing about growing up

ah but when you turn 34 you’re two dancing queens and thus having twice the time of your life. and at 51 you become the dancing triumvirate and three golden crowns are forged in your honor

lots to look forward to



classicajays:

From the Janet Jackson SNL Episode.  The Christmas song on Easter!  Also, they are judged by Simon Cowell



When I get a haircut: 

gohomelifeyouredrunk:

When I leave the salon:

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When I try to style it myself the next day:

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kili-fili-and-frilly:

Movies that constantly go back and forth between being too loud and too quiet

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snh-snh-snh:

I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.

Then I spend time with teenagers.

And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.