If you don't like boobs, get off the internet. Jesus Christ. The majority of the people here are not kids, this is not a kids site, stop crying about a goofy meme. Or I'll change my icon to tub girl and REALLY give you something to cry about.
While we were at my grandpa's house, my dad showed me something. He can compare the part of the palm that's just below the thumb to how a piece of meat is cooked, depending on which of your other fingers touch the thumb's fingertip (on the same hand). I know it sounds a bit bogus, but I'm saying it anyway.
-If none of your fingers are touching your thumb, that part of the palm is "rare."
-If your index finger is touching your thumb, that part of the palm
I wish I could post Tumblr updates on this blog. I'm on Tumblr way more... http://thegreatdanish.tumblr.com
I follow a lot of Glee shit on Tumblr. And I realized I follow "fuckyeahstretchedears" and "fuckyesstretchedears". What's wrong with me?
This is a waste of a blog.
Four more finals to go.
Biology, Government, English, and French.
This is a blog that is voicing Shiay's opinion. She is not to be saying anything for anyone. This blog is wholly and purely something that she was willing to write and post on her own.
Breasts... okay... first I should probably start off with the fact that I am, indeed and proudly, a bisexual female. I will say right now that I like breasts. I like looking at breasts. I like drawing breasts. And if the opportunity presents itself and I have permission, I like to touch them.
Updated 15th June 2010 at 11:38 PM by Shiay
I'm just so glad that I got this dog.
This summer would have just been so depressing otherwise. I mean, I'm living alone and pretty much broke, but no matter how bad it gets, Toby somehow makes me smile. When I take him out he forces me to come out of my shell because people who would not normally talk to me, come up and ask about Toby and we have conversations. I'm getting in really good shape for the first time since high school because he insists we go for that walk every day.