I had to find the quiz and apparently I'm Marnie too. I don't know what this means because I've never seen the show, but, um... solidarity!

That last bit makes me uncomfortable on several levels and I don't even have a penis (owned or borrowed).

When I was studying abroad I talked to another girl who mentioned that she had brought two coats with her. "I mean, I don't want to have the same coat in all of my pictures."

I haven't been to a Taco Bell in years but not gonna lie, I would eat that. I'll eat basically anything if you put it in a biscuit.

You have to say it in the right moment/with the right tone. If you do it wrong it comes off as kind of fedora-y. It's a tough balance.

This is one of the first ones that I really agree with. Maybe it's more of an emotional turnon, but still. You can compare me to a summer's day all you want and meh, but if a guy can actually pull off dropping lines of Shakespeare into a casual conversation? *swoon*

I am both entertained and mildly traumatized now. So, um, thanks?

FINALLY. My mother, Anderson Cooper and I are rejoicing right now.*

I've been listening to this song over and over all day and it's lovely and you should listen to it. Also, Mary Lambert is just generally awesome and has an album coming out soon (but not soon enough). (ETA: Kinja, y u no embed video?)

I love this.

I assure you, we can talk Firefly just as well over here.

I KNOW. And if it were on Spotify, I could just stick it in my playlist instead of having to go to YouTube every time.

I mean, I guess we can let you in. But only if you bring the enchiladas.

Bourbon and bad dancing? You're in!

I... kind of enjoy this song. I'll go sit in the corner now.

I'd agree with this interpretation. She doesn't show any more animosity toward the hip-hop/twerking than she does toward the ballet and interpretive dance. She doesn't fit in with that group, but it's not because she's white. It's just because she's ~*her own person*~ and doesn't fit in with any group.

Peanut sauce is delicious. Ranch is not. I would totally eat peanut sauce with a spoon. (Maybe not in public.)

I physically shrunk away from my computer when I read that last line. I need a nopetopus, and maybe someone to hold me and tell me it will all be alright.

No one I know has been damaged emotionally or physically by ruthless politicians, if that helps.

I've been in DC for about two years (admittedly at a university in a fairly sheltered part of the city) and I love it here. It has its problems (though no more so than most cities, I'd say), but it has all the benefits of a big city (museums! concerts! restaurants! public transit!) without ever feeling like a big…