Well, you've given me the perfect excuse to go look at ModCloth dresses and sigh over the things that don't come in my size! Here area couple that I like so far—it seems that a lot of the cute sleeved dresses are sold out, boo!

Nope, nope, not going to watch that again. Only thing stopping me from crying was the bittersweet taste of a vanilla latte. You see what I did there, right? Ok then.

Yeah, I pretty much want her to be my adopted little sister. I gave a big "you go, girl" laugh when her mom asks her if she thinks she's pretty and she smiles and says, "yahh."

I woke up during mine and tried to communicate to the nurse and doctor that I was pretty sure they had dropped half of my tooth down my throat and was seriously annoyed that they didn't trust me because I KNOW WHAT MY BODY FEELS LIKE, DAMMIT. I remember my dad reading to me about the the nesting habitats of game birds…

and now you've got another person who thinks she loves you.

For serious. This showdown leaves me . . . dry? cold? stale? WhatEVer.

I think I still haven't tried the IPAs. Right now I'm in a "if it isn't black as sin and tastes like coffee and chocolate and nuts, why bother" phase. I've found, with wines and beers, that I was much better off starting out with something intense and heavy than with something light and average. I thought I didn't…

Sadly, it's a couple years old at this point, but I got it at ShoeFly in Arlington, VA. Which is closing. Major bummer! [www.facebook.com]

And what are you drinking? Apothic Red, here.

I had to teach myself to like it, and I'm glad I did. Now, as for what will work on you tonight . . . flavored vodka, I find, does the trick without making my tongue feel like a premonition of a hangover.

It depends. Drunk, I don't notice or care. Stone cold sober and not really digging the sexxysexxyfuntimes for whatever reason? Hate it.

OMG, this is the cat??? Turn that horrible movie off and just look at heeeeeeerrrr. PURR.

Too damn bad, I'm drinking red wine tonight and it's gonna make me very very happy.

Yeah, there's nothing quite like a boyfriend from back when you still saw new boyfriends as a countdown to awesome moments and not a countdown to breaking up.

For serious, we need a picture NOW.

When I'm 64, because when my dad sang it, he poked me in the belly when he said "hooo!" and it made me giggle. When I was a kid. If he did that to me now, I'd be confused.

Oh hells, my plans for the night got cancelled. Why not? Except I don't really remember how to do this, so I'm winging it.

Weeeeeellll . . . it works when you're in the "I'm so fucked zone" where you've already wasted as much time as you possibly can. It also helps if you have ADD and don't know how to have just one thought at a time. :)

Ah, WR in an early version of the neurotic ingenue.

You can also try assigning each class/project/act of drudgery to a person in your life or a thing in your life that you want or would rather be thinking about, and tell yourself that what you're really doing when you're editing the bibliography is like picking out an outfit for date night, and writing the thesis is…