Maybe. Even a broken clock is right twice a day.

Every time someone says "Pistols at dawn", this is what I think of. (Kate Beaton is awesome)

Thank you :) I'm actually a singer/actor but have focused mostly on local work, and my day job is administrative work for a theatre school. I feel like I could do so well being the director of a group, and perhaps a non-profit business class would help. I like the idea of training a tiger, though...;)

So, what's everyone doing with their life? I'll go first!
I have a job that works for now, a husband whom I love that loves me and thinks I'm wonderful, and a healthy family. Yet I keep coming back to wanting to do something more meaningful with my life. I bounce around the idea of getting my Masters, but in what I…

Adorable. What I meant by that was so hideous they are back at cute, and I want all of them for all the snuggles. I love pugs, but Mr. FrenchToast says no :(

Oh, I know. They barely circumvent hideous on the way back to adorable.

In no universe I would want to live in should that happen.

I like the idea of yoga, and what little I've done was fun, but I'm worried about going to a yoga studio, as the one in my town is frequented by a certain stereotypical kind of suburban person that I'm uncomfortable around because I have neither too much money nor too much free time, and I always feel like I'm…

28, and I can't even tell you what I'd give to stay 28. It's my favorite age so far, I think. I'm terrified of getting older.

I'll take Rose wine. I like those. Something to drink while going through each of those letters like stages of grief.

I really, really enjoy this song :)

I know I'm late to this party, but, Robert Bathurst. Can't stop won't stop.

Christolph Waltz?

I'm happy for you, Internet Stranger. Your story made me feel warm and happy inside and I really, really want this to be a happy ending (beginning?) for you. <3

JESUS GOD WHY DID I READ THESE. I know beyond a shadow of a goddamn doubt that I am SUCH a fraidy-cat, and I went and read them anyway. I must hate myself. A lot. *runs and hides*

Sadly, I didn't get to. The worst thing I saw was a 5-year-old girl dressed as a vampire. (And by worst I mean I want 7 just like her.) A legit, classic, spooky old halloween vampire, with little blood tracks on her chin and a little suit and a cape with a high neck and everything. I said, "You're a vampire, aren't…

The laughter was inevitable on that one.

I wish I could say this to anyone that comes to my door with a racist costume: "Your costume is racist. Go figure out why. You get no candy."

My face is raining. I will buy all the necklaces.

I need lots of baby animals to bring me back from this.