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I love Chloe Sevingy. Love, love, love her. She makes interesting film choices, she was the bitchface Nikki in Big Love (who I loved, bitchface or not). I've been transfixed by her since Kids. She is my imaginary bestie. She could get into the best parties, she has a super fun taste in fashion, and she even has a

Totally bored about the werewolf plot too, but I will take Alcide all day every day.

I think it's about time for me to catch up on that...Jane Bodehouse as a professional woman? I have to see this.

I am distraught over the loss of Jesus. That was a good looking nurse/witch//Bruja/love interest for Lafayette. The better make it up to Lafayette this season with another smoking hot boyfriend.

It's turned out so much better than its source material. Seriously. The show embraces the ridiculous soap opera that it is, and never seems to take itself seriously.

I love that scene. There's just random people chained up in the basement, and Eric has foil in his hair. LOL.

The Brazilian Keratin treatment? Now there's different brands that tout that they're formaldehyde free, but honestly, anything that causes such a miraculous (I mean it) change in hair texture can't really be good for you, formaldehyde or not.

I was thinking along the same lines...an organization whose purpose is to defend at all costs shouldn't be a shocking place to find such rampant, disgusting misogyny and disregard for humanity.

Did you do the bike shorts under the dress/over the fishnets? I didn't even think it necessary, and my mother was so thrilled that there was a dress on my body that she didn't care how short it was. I wore the babydoll/fishnet/docs combo over a friends house to spend the night, and her mother wouldn't let me out of

Clearly, Teenage angst has paid off well. (Now I'm bored and old, and wondering who the fuck would pay that much money for a dress not studded with diamonds, or capable of giving you amazing orgasms or something.)

If I were still in Baltimore, I might take up the offer of the room...my old job was RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER FROM THERE and I know I would have saved $500 in migraine meds and gas for the summer to avoid my hellish commute. Wasting two hours a day in the car was so frustrating, especially because prior to the

Lunchbox! I would crank that in my car on days when my coworkers made me twitchy.

I just moved to TX in February. I know that I am not going outside to smoke come July. It's barely even June, and I've about hit my smoking while it's hot outside limit. This is convenient, however, because I NEED to quit, and I don't smoke indoors. I've already got an e-cig in preparation for the big quit. I just

So what's your go to song when you're all angsty? Mine is Dope Hat. I like the bouncy rhythm and dark lyrics (faux-dark? I think everything about MM is incredibly orchestrated and calculated.)

Well, he's still touring in big venues, it's not like he's playing state fairs, so someone has to be buying the tickets? I'm at a loss here. I can't imagine that people my age (early 30's) would feel anything but silly going to a Manson concert, regardless of the nostalgia factor.

Seconding the love for Mechanical Animals. I've not much use for post-Mechanical Animals Manson, but I can't lie, I will listen to anything up to including it gladly.

There's something cathartic about watching this movie for women with certain kinds of mothers. My mom was totally like Joan in the way that from the outside, the family must appear perfect, but behind closed doors, it was anything goes. The cathartic part for me is that I didn't have this play out in front of the

Maybe, but I haven't found one yet that doesn't make me feel indecent, and I'm a grown woman.

I call mine Mommie Dearest too (once decorating her birthday cake with icing wire hangers), but it isn't entirely tongue in cheek. She thinks it is, but she's super narcissistic, so yeah. She's never done anything wrong.

Oh hell no. My mother seems to have used Mommie Dearest as a parenting manual (seriously) and I strive every day to be her exact opposite.