Cookie fail, then win!
So I stumbled across this blog and saw this entry dedicated to these amazing cookies. “Those look great!" I thought. “I will make those!' I thought.
I mean, how incredible to those look?!?!
So I gather all of my supplies and get going. This recipe involves forming the cookie dough differently than most, so I was excited about it. Just one teeny little mis-step, however…
I mis-read the recipe (i.e. channeled my inner Paula Deen) and put in twice as much butter as was called for! How the heck did I do that?! They had to stay in almost twice as long and were SUPER buttery. Boo!
But I didn’t give up. Awww hell nah. I put back on my super adorable cupcake-printed apron and tried again!
.I had one less cookie than the last batch. You know what that means? I used an entire cookie’s worth of extra butter LOL Sorry Paula. See that hand? That’s my “Oh please oh please oh please let this batch come out well!” crossy fingers.
They turned out looking kinda like mutant melted Peeps, but doggone it they tasted good! I consider it a win!
I mean look at this!
have you ever met a person that you’re forced to mantain a level of cold civility towards but if you could you would totally punch them as hard as you could but you can’t so every second you’re forced to be around them you’re thinking of smashing their face in just so they’ll shut up
(Source: oldwomanjosie, via imanerdinibblenipbitechompgnaw)
So I saw this post on my dash countless times and I refused to reblog it every time:
Something about it bothered me so much but I didn’t know what. Now I know. The person to whom this letter is addressed has replied in the letter above. It’s worth a read. The original message is offensive and condescending. And before you say something about the lines of “but I’m fat and I didn’t find it offensive, is inspirational, blah, blah” remember that the subject of the original post FELT OFFENDED and her point is more than very valid.
Read more on Jezebel:
The fact is, even if the letter isn’t written directly by “the fatty” (that title still makes me red with rage), it’s an EXCELLENT treatise on how fucked up it is to make assumptions about a stranger’s journey based on one wordless random encounter.
I wonder how long it’ll take me to get hate for talking about it on FB?
shall we count down??
reblog if you are into bondage or if you like french fries
teehee potatoes and playful french fried fetishes…I need to get some sleep. I’m drifting into “Tumblr after dark” status here.
(Source: reheating, via happybex)
do you ever get in those moods where you don’t feel like reading and you don’t feel like being on the internet and you don’t feel like watching a show and you don’t feel like sleeping and you don’t feel like existing in general
(Source: ughjohnwatson, via chubbyninja1)