or at least, you know, is already blighted with a wide and varied assortment of invisible life-threatening illnesses...


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There are no words, because no words are necessary.

Also, I CLEARLY HAVE THE WIT AND MATURITY OF AN ELEVEN YEAR OLD BOY.


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I forgot how much I love this song. Even the baggy, pleated, summer-weight Dockers that Jeff is sporting in the video isn't enough to slow the passionate glub-glub my heart pumps for "Being Simple."

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ONTD has reawakened my central heterochromia bitterness ( Read more... )

This weather. I'm moving to Nunavut to herd reindeer or cats or some such shit, or I'm going to become and Ice Road Trucker in the Northwest Territories. It's weather like this that makes me jealous of Peter Brady in that episode where he gets his squeaky punk ass locked in Sam the Butcher's drifter torture and dismemberment chamber cold storage ( Read more... )

1) Nancy Pelosi as the HBIC of the House? Check.

2) Benevolent, amazing new governor? Check.

3) New episode of The Office? Check.

Fantasterrific. There's hope yet.

...for me to not actively hope that you're crushed to death for driving this behemoth in the first place. Almost.


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After one hundred or so odd mini cheesecakes, I'm done with the little (dense, delicious, decadent, deadly...*twitch* *sigh*) motherfuckers. The joy of mass baking for Christmas parties! Almost as fun as what I'd imagine Hanukkah in Fallujah to be.

After work, I decided that I should resume my mission to find some boots, or at least find some cute yet comfortable shoes for work. Easy, right? No. Just...no. I'm fairly certain that I'll never find actual boots that live up even partially to the pair that live solely in my imaginary fantasy footwear land. As far as regular shoes go, I had no ( Read more... )

Though I've been a vegetarian since I was eleven years old, I made an 11 lb. turkey today (long story; work-related). Not that I was starting to waver in my meat-free existance or anything, but the sight of the panful of death meat drippings and congealed fat (in sheets! SHEETS!) has cemented another, oh...80 years of vegetarianism for me ( Read more... )