oh patrick stump. you are so tiny and so precious, and you play in venues so small that the balcony is really only above the stage by mutual agreement, not actual architecture. and then i put my feet up on the balcony rail and realize that only my tights and your (hopefully) stage-light-impaired eyesight are keeping me from flashing you my actual ( Read more... )

i just spent more than i probably should have on clothes. /o\ but! cute ruffly sunshine yellow cardigan to make my sundress SFW once it warms up again! and also, underpants ( Read more... )

i wish to hell i knew why the dude with the VERY LOUD TRUCK next door feels the need to idle for a minimum of five minutes before turning the engine off when he gets home at night, and a minimum of fifteen in the morning before he leaves. that's not even counting the times on weekends where he apparently goes out and turns the truck on, you know, ( Read more... )

tonight's was full of advice for babymamas with loser babydaddies. and italian. well, a little bit. she has a dog! her friend pulled a guy by proselytizing the catholic church at him. at the travie mccoy show ( Read more... )

by the smell, i would say that my upstairs neighbor has burnt his toast ( Read more... )

what did i just watch? not that i didn't appreciate your little "just the two of us" bro-moment, but seriously. what was that?

this morning i plugged in, but failed to turn on, my curling iron ( Read more... )

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it is fuck-ass fucking cold in my apartment this morning. (/delicate california flower)

- some butter
- a medium-small red onion, chopped
- a smallish shallot, chopped fine
- three small or two medium cloves of garlic, sliced fine
- a 16-oz jar of fire-roasted red and yellow peppers, sliced
- some salt, if you're into that
- paprika. some? idk.
- heat
- a couple of glugs of good heavy cream
- more heat
- pasta.

om nom fucking nom, yo