We shall worship by grinding our own peanut butter. The priestesses will demand sacrifices in the form of cookies. Peanut allergies will be considered proof of having sinned before the Goddess of Peanut Butter.

But none of them are as awesome as peanut butter.

Would you change your diet radically for someone you love? For example, if you are a meat-eater, would you become vegetarian or vegan? Would you go kosher? Would you give up your favorite food?

Thank you! I'm pretty happy with it. Never hurts to update your look a little!

Gah, run, run fast.

Angela Davis teaches at my alma mater, but only graduate-level classes in a field I would never go into*. It's a shame though because I bet her classes are kick-ass.

I love messing with my hair. My sister says I change my hair more often than anyone she knows, by which I mean twice a year at most. I won't dye it or get *really* radical cuts - I am a Professional Office Person after all - but pretty much anything else is fair game. I'm blessed with very pretty hair and by god I'm…

I spontaneously decided to get a radical new haircut today. I'd been planning on a trim for a while, but when I was talking to the stylist, she suggested a big change and I just went for it. Usually I wear my hair in long layers. It's pretty thick and curly and falls just below my shoulders. Now the layers near my…

I sincerely hope this isn't my normal size. It's breaking my vain little heart.

Had a really nice first date tonight. I wasn't expecting much, but I genuinely like the guy and I'm looking forward to going to the second-run movie theater on Monday to see The Muppets. Tomorrow I'm going to see my FWB who I think maybe possibly wants to be more than FWB, so this might get interesting.

Any lotion marketed toward people with diabetes. It's super duper extra strong.

Bringing it back? I don't get it. I've had a Netflix account for almost 6 years, DVD-only since they introduced the new pricing scheme last summer. I didn't realize I was about to lose the service I was just billed for yesterday.

I'm sure my dear departed husky Misti, who once ate a used condom, would have loved a meal of fancy-ass chicken and apples.

I saw him the other day in this weird little indy movie called "Living in Oblivion." (Maybe it's not little and I'd just never heard of it.) He played the angriest, most-foul-mouth character actor, and he had me doubled over laughing so hard. I want to take him to bed just for that movie.

My favorite lies:

I've never had a pelvic ultrasound while pregnant (having never been pregnant), but when you're not, they need a full bladder for contrast. Or at least this was true 7 or 8 years ago. The transvaginal was rule-out sudden onset abdominal pain and it happened around 1am one night, and I don't think they made me drink…

"Here, let me jam a large, cold, plastic instrument further up your birth canal than anything should ever go. Then I'll wiggle it around a lot. Does that sound ok to you? Oh, if you refuse, we can't perform the very safe, very minor procedure that you actually came in for."

A few years ago I had a vaginal ultrasound for reasons that had nothing to do with sexual assault or potential pregnancy. It's really, really not fun, and really, really invasive. I can't even imagine going through that after a traumatic event.

I dunno, when I was in high school there was one boy who routinely cross-dressed to protest the arbitrary and sexist dress code. I clearly remember him wearing fairy wings on Halloween and a pink fuzzy tube top over a t-shirt on some other random day. He got suspended at least twice for it, and was teased constantly.…

For what it's worth, of my many trans* and gender-variant friends, she's the only one who has voiced this opinion. Most are like your friend, and don't want to add to the struggle for trans*/gender-variant kids and teens.