I’m starting to actually recognize my colleagues’ extensions, so I pick up the phone and say, “Hello,” instead of “Place of Work Name, this is Inny. How may I help you?” only for them to giggle, “hey, it’s me.”
Glee star Naya Rivera has found her happily ever after.
The actress married actor Ryan Dorsey on July 19 in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico, in front of a small group of close family.
"We feel truly blessed to be joined as husband and wife," the couple told PEOPLE exclusively. "Our special day was fated and everything we could have ever asked for."
Dorsey, who is originally from Charleston, West Virginia, attended the New York Conservatory for Dramatic Arts before moving to Los Angeles, where he met Rivera four years ago. Longtime friends, they saw their relationship blossom into a romance shortly after her engagement to rapper Big Sean ended in April.
For their nuptials, Rivera, 27, wore a Monique Lhuillier gown while Dorsey wore a Dolce & Gabbana suit. She carried a bouquet of daisies and baby’s breath and the couple exchanged Neil Lane rings.
Now back home in L.A., the couple are excited to start their new lives as newlyweds.
As they told PEOPLE: “True love always prevails.”
For more exclusive photos from the couple’s surprise wedding, pick up this week’s issue of PEOPLE, on newsstands Friday
I looked through the school supplies section today and every single Avengers themed backpack, lunch box, pencil pouch, binder, notebook, etc. had Iron Man, Captain America, Hulk, and Thor. Not a single one included Black Widow.
My back is so fucked up right now. I twinged this afternoon and the base of my shoulder blade kinked up and it’s been hurting ever since and I just lay down in bed and it feels like I’m precariously balanced on random broomstick tops as opposed to a roughly planar mattress and owww whyyy??
The mistake people make when they talk about not being able to trust Wikipedia is in the implicit assumption that we could trust encyclopedias as infallible sources before Wikipedia.
I like Wikipedia because I know it could be wrong. Regular encyclopedias can be wrong, too, but my guard was never up in the same way with them as it is with Wikipedia. I like Internet media specifically for the reason that Aaron Sorkin doesn’t like it: because it makes it that much more difficult for me to have any illusions about the fact that the burden of critical thought is on me.
I don’t automatically trust bloggers because a group of people I’ve never met decided to give them a badge that says “reporter” on it. I don’t turn off my critical thinking because they’ve gotten to be some sort of “professional”. I have to judge them on the merits of their writing and history of thoughtfulness or thoughtlessness alone. That is a feature, not a bug, because we should never trust any news media outlet implicitly.
repeating: I like Internet media specifically for the reason that Aaron Sorkin doesn’t like it: because it makes it that much more difficult for me to have any illusions about the fact that the burden of critical thought is on me.
This is the danger with loving both the character and the actor. My heart is breaking doubly today.
I’m grieving for Cory, who made me smile and always reminded me to never give up on myself and on finding a path to my passions and happiness. And who was goofy but serious in a way that always feels so familiar and hopeful and promising.
And I’m grieving for Finn, who made me smile and who was scared of the future and whether he’d be good enough, who was terrified he’d never find a path he could follow that he’d want to follow in a way that let me see myself on my tv, trying, always trying. And just the day before yesterday, after I completed a hard step that is a foundation for more hard steps on the road to improving my path, I thought to myself, “Maybe this will be your season, as well as Finn’s season. Maybe you’ll be in a place where you and Finn can both find what you want to do and how to be happy. Maybe you’ll be able to do this together.”
I made this post a year ago tomorrow. I woke up that morning in the guest room of my grandparents’ house, checked tumblr on my phone, and I sobbed. I snuck out the front door in my pjs to sneak around the back of the house to sit on my grandma’s butterfly bench and sob and wail on the phone to my mom—mourning and terrified that I’d never find what I was looking for—that I’d never be qualified to do anything.
Anyway, my point is: today was hard, tomorrow is going to be hard too. But you know what? Tomorrow is day one of my raise taking effect at my full time job, which I’ve had for over three months now and which I’ll continue having through at least December. And I’m thinking about school again.
And all of this still terrifies me. And I can’t do it with Finn the way I imagined, but he’s still with me. And so is Cory. And I don’t have much more of a clue than I did a year ago as to what I want to do long term. But I’m happy. And I’m still looking. And it’s still hard. And we’re going to do this.
“Babble, sir? I am not aware that I ever babble, sir. It may be that from time to time I have considerable information to communicate, and you may question the way in which I organize it…”—Data, Star Trek: The Next Generation, “Justice”
Being extremely emotionally attached to everything you own makes it very hard to use things you already own to decorate a cubicle where you can’t reasonably lock up all of your decorations whenever you aren’t there.
I have been losing the words I want to say all day and this is not the time for that, self! You need to interact with people a lot this week! And forgetting key words halfway through your sentences does not facilitate particularly clear communication!
I fiiiiiiiiiiinally watched Frozen. So good! And hey, it takes place in July. So. Timely.
I just could not fathom going to see a movie with that much ice and snow this winter. It was too cold and too snowy and it had been too long since I’d seen the sun in real life. I wanted to escape the winter. Not see a movie about it.
But it is summer now! And I just had a lovely evening watching a lovely movie and laughing and caring and thoroughly enjoying myself. Even if putting off watching it for this long meant I was pretty well spoiled.
And oh! I must say that I particularly looove the dialogue! The style is so great.
Also the disclaimer about Kristoff’s views on men and boogers at the end of the credits. Gold.