Hmm, will have to try it this way. I’m a high-waisted gal, and I’ve tried the front tuck a few times but only managed to look like a frumpy hobo.

Thank you! My husband has been really intrigued by all the press leading up to S2 and wants to see what all the fuss is about. Couple TV marathon, ahoy!

I had the chance to see this at an advanced screening maybe last month or so. It’s a cute movie, if a bit on-the-nose with its teenage angst. But it has GARY OLDMAN, so that right there increases the enjoyment quotient. And Carla Gugino, who can do no wrong.

The meatiest part of my cheeks is just above my nostrils (and obviously way higher when I smile). I don’t know if that’s normal or not, but it definitely appears high to me if/when I apply blush there.

I guess I’m kind of hitting the upper jawbone? The apples of my cheeks just seem so high up, like they want to horn in on my eyeballs, haha

Oh, he’s not ignoring them. He’s pointedly fucking them.

I’ve started to use a blush stick like this because it’s easier to carry around than a pot and brush: http://www.julep.com/skip-the-brush-blush-stick.html . I just blend with my fingers.

Lifter here (not competitively or anything). Chuck Taylors mothafuckaaaaaaaaa

Yah, mule, yah!

It’s the application of HDR, I’ll bet you $5 on it. Some people love it, some people hate it. (I’m typically not a fan.) It can be used well, but it’s easy to go just one step too far and move the image from “dreamy” to “fuck no.”

Fucking Smallville. That show proved how much of a completionist I can be. It started with such grand potential that was quickly squandered. But then just about every season finale had something so bugnuts or so world-shaking promised as a cliffhanger that I had to stick around.

Dearest Brian, fellow lover of the “bum gun,”

Way more fun anyway: Dripping peroxide into your ear as you lie down. It’s an excuse to lie down on your side for a few minutes, and that crackling sound of the peroxide reacting with the wax is so strangely divine.

How do you connect with the people you pet-sit for?

MOTHERLOVER I seriously just booked a holiday stay through Hotels.com and completely forgot to check if they were on Ebates. Crapola. But thank you for the reminder so I can use that in the future.

Pouring better is also, frustratingly, tied to how properly pressurized your lines are. That shit can get maddening.

“Oh, Methos.” I said that aloud when I saw his image, and I believe that is the default sentiment about that character. Mrrrowwwrrr.

My friend who’s not particularly into football let me drag her along to the USF-UConn game this year in Tampa (shut up, don’t you fucking judge me. I hadn’t seen that football game in six years, it was my birthday, and my husband bitched out on me because he fell ill). She asked what colors she needed to wear, asked…

Fucking hell.

I really need to read that script. Get on it, citizen!