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Me also with the actual shouting at the screen.

"a lesbian vulvar-grinding eternity ritual scheduled in Sedona"

Seriously. I still hold a grudge against Katy Perry for that bullshit. Though also I hate her music.

Mayyyybe—I mean, there's still a lot we don't know about animal behavior. (Like why my dog is trying to rest is head on my typing arm right now, for example. weirdo.)

Well, sometimes it just happens. I found my dog/my dog found me when I was completely unprepared and about to move several hundred miles. And now it's been 11 amazing, terrifying, goofy, wonderful years. ♥

this face. this blissful, loving, content little face. i can't even.

You foster dogs. I knew there was a reason I liked you.

Growing up in MN, my hair frequently did that; I always thought it was kinda fun.

My vagina also has zombies.

Minnesotan here. I'd probably be offended about your Vikings comment if I paid attention to sports. But I don't, so we're all good.

"So here comes this gal and she's walking in here like Lady Astor's pet horse, you know"

Mostly wore it proudly; a few did scarves or put their hair up.

Hi, my poise and gorgeous outfit probably distract you from my TERRIFYING eyebrows.

I also know several folks with really curly hair who've had a lot of success with the no-poo (or shamphree) approach. Like, life-changing success.

Damn, you caught me: I only know about this cuz of Radiolab. I'm not actually a science geek. I had to look up that trypsi word.

It'll go over just fine and be totally unremarkable. Except in the winter, you may add knee-high socks to the mix. And you won't want to wear the vans in the rainy season because they'll get soaked and soggy feet are no fun.

I dunno, I think the legacy of Henrietta Lacks is worth dressing up for.

I never, ever blow-dry my hair. Like, not since I was 18 probably. It's not good for the hairs, and if I did it, I'd lose what little bit of wavy curl I have. I would not sneer at you; I would give you the quick smile of camaraderie.

omg, that second-to-last lil chubbers who can't get his legs to work!

I'm coming right over to snorgle your ladies.