Whoever made the call to show Demi mostly from behind either spotted how fucking bad her extensions are or is trying to give her as little face time as possible after her wild as fuck contract demands.

Either way, so messy. Yum yum. Give me more petty bullshit.

So many mornings spent realizing my entire mid-spine has decided lining up is for losers.

But, hey, everyone thinks I'm 30 still.

I'm not sure when it happened, but ice cream became one of the few things holding me together. It's also the one thing I know I can eat if for some reason other food makes me unwell.

Update: It was amazing and I'm trying not to eat seconds only because I will not have room for ice cream, and ice cream is life.

She's so regular with this shit I called it two weeks ago when I told my mother dude wouldn't make it to Thanksgiving under that roof.

He's so thrilled with his new talent.