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(No) Thanks to nightfalltwen, I have joined typetrigger.com. It's pretty brilliant. A new prompt word every 6 hours; users get 300 words that are published to the site and approved by its denziens. I'm only two prompts in and I kind of love it ( Read more... ) -
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So, here's a question to my fellow suburban, sylvan residing friends. Does it count as me hitting a deer if, while stopped to allow a deer to cross, another deer stupidly runs into my car? Cause as far as I can tell, the deer hit me.
Car and I are fine, there is naught but a damp fur-smudge in the salt residue. -
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So you know how every year I talk about THON and how awesome it is? Well it is awesome. I've learned talk more concisely about the event in the past few years. I've gotten to the point where I can explain it in a quick, concise, and not boring fashion for people who don't give two shits about Penn State. Most of them want to know why "thong" is ( Read more... ) -
File under WTF for WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T I THINK OF THIS.
As a dedicated heathen (sorry, I believe either we're all right or we're all wrong), I will totally take care of people's dogs after the Rapture. The big ones will be my battle hounds of righteousness. The fluffy ones will be my big fluffy lovers wuver fluffy wuffy *babble*. -
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I'd love to say Valentine's Day can eat me, but then that would actually be a pretty fabulous Valentine's Day.
*has never had a good Valentine's Day*
Comments from stupid, self-pitying ex-boyfriends are to be disregarded and will be deleted. If I say I never had a good Valentine's Day, there is obviously a reason. -
Letters to no one: Joan Holloway edition.
Dear Christina Hendricks ( Read more... ) -
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I passed out for an hour or two this afternoon, and I had a dream about the most amazing dessert. It was a milk chocolate ball, a little bit larger than a billiard ball (smaller than a bocce ball, I'm not sure what's in between those two), with red crystal sugar on top ( Read more... ) -
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Despite being a journalist, or former journalist if it's possible to stop being one, Stephen Colbert has asked me to bury The Lede.
So bury The Lede I shall.
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