Honestly, this is the only cookbook you need.

I've never been able to drink most sodas. I find them tooth-achingly sweet, probably because a lot of that stuff was never kept around the house when I was a kid. You drank milk or water. I still can't stand the stuff, but I can indulge in the occasional root beer. Or I can knock back a dozen bottles of ginger…

Never had a problem in my life with grinding or clenching my teeth.

UUUuuuuhg. I've had that happen too actually. I cracked a molar on a hard-as-a-rock fry when I was 12 and it split into three pieces. Fortunately it was one of my last baby teeth, but I remember that horrible feeling.

She was a furry without mental disorders. I'm not saying she was indicative of all furries, because she's not the only one I've known, but she's a person who took it too far. It happens in any subculture, but it seemed unpleasantly common in that one. I've seen more furries wearing ears and tails in daily life than…

The "I'm losing my teeth" dream is the worst, and I get it whenever I'm incredibly stressed by work. I don't think they "mean" anything, they're pretty straightforward manifestations of what's going on in my life. Namely that Bad Shit is happening and I have Zero Control over it. It has two variations:

Oh god no. I didn't want to encourage her. If you didn't treat her like a cat, she's just be like "normalish" person around you with stupid accessories. If you were too accepting, she'd rub up against you in greeting instead of saying hello.

Depends on the situation. The first time I heard the cat noise sex, I could not stop laughing and I was ushered out of the apartment by my boyfriend incredibly fast. I'd have to stifle a giggle whenever they kissed because she'd make this weird half-meow noise. The meowing in class was super frustrating though,…

Depends how into it they are. A guy I dated in college, his room mate's girlfriend was a furry. She wore cat ears, a tail and a collar with a bell on it every day. She was visiting a friend in a studio class once and the teacher threw her out for excessive meowing. At lunch, she would mime washing her face with…

My boyfriend is moving to the midwest from New York, so we don't have any intercontinental worries. We decided separate living situations would work better for us since I have a small apartment and work from home, so if we co-habitated right away I would literally have no place to myself. He wanted split housing to…

Well this is uplifting given that my grandmother died 5 hours ago.

My boyfriend and I had a regular "date night." We'd pick a tv show to watch once a week, or sometimes a movie if we wanted a break, got on Skype and would sync up the show on Hulu/Netflix/Amazon/whatever so we could watch it at the same time. We could make fun of it together, laugh together, be annoyed by…

I despise people saying that long distance relationships don't "count." We live in a world where technology allows us to feel close to people who are far away, why shouldn't I take advantage of that? Why does a conversation over Skype have less meaning than one had face to face? It's archaic.

Long distance relationships work for the people they work for, and don't for the people they don't. It's a reality that the internet had made LDRs a much more feasible option, and a lot of people take advantage of that. You're not limited to whoever lives nearby, and it's a boon for people who don't fall into…

My boyfriend and I have been together for a number of years and he's finally moving here in a few months.

These dolls fit perfectly fine into the the rules of artistic anatomy. The proportions are skewed but they follow a general frame. Could they biologically happen? No. Neither could Pulips, My Little Ponies or the Teen Titans Go! iteration of the characters. The bar is not set at "biologically possible."

The anatomy on these dolls isn't shitty, it's hyper-stylized. It's no more "shitty" than that of Mickey Mouse, the cast of the The Incredibles, South Park, Cabbage Patch dolls or the art of Bruce Timm, Will Eisner or Skottie Young. They have an internal logic within the confines of their world that remains constant…

Shorten that up for a nice day-cape, add a couple vallhunds and you'll have a look to go to the park in.

I had a guy like that before. He approached me on the bus and said he liked my style, he was a tattoo artist and he'd love to "do some work on my body." His tattoo parlor was in the basement of his house, and he'd it for free. He handed me the saddest hand-written "business card" and leered about being able to…

One of these days I want a royal to just say "fuck it" and don a velvet cape lined with ermine and trot down a red carpet in diamond tipped shoes. Embrace the spectacle. No more solid-pastel clothes and tiny hats.