Ramblings of a Classy Lady

Drama dork, closet tap dancer, total brony, honorary member of the Blondetourage, fangirl of life, and recovering bowling addict.

Green Day makes everything better.





my mom tried to teach our goats to pee in one certain spot by giving them treats when they’d pee in that spot

except that

they think that now whenever they pee they get a treat

so whenever they see my mom

they pee

 laughed for a solid five minutes

behaviorism gone wrong

Pavlov is laughing in his grave

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Fuck dictionaries, fuck scientists, I, a 14-year-old, tumblr-educated, white, middle class piece of shit with bad grades, am the real expert here and you are wrong because I say so.

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Putting on a trilby doesn’t equal class ….  a suit is not even class …class is wearing pocket squares that accent your tie and socks that have patterns that match you underwear in color and style …..class is knowing the etiquette for every meal and having the sense to read a room and people in it as to not offend them ,but entertain and intrigue them …class is the ability to walk in to any place look completely natural there ,because you show a certain degree of respect and confidence….. that my dear friends is class and in today’s world is all to rare and its name all to misused ,

I’m so happy

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