I really sincerely hope the person I decide to marry doesn't get it into his head that I need a big romantic thing to say yes. I don't even want a damn diamond. Spending all that money and effort on a by-definition transient state just doesn't make sense to me.

Whatever, yo, the best part of Buffy is Anya.

You and your wife are both really lucky. This is essentially exactly the kind of relationship I want.

Once a while ago I was talking to a fellow lady about commitment and stuff, and I mentioned that I probably wanted to marry my then-boyfriend (who has two thumbs and is glad she dodged that bullet? this girl!). She said, "Yeah, I'd like to marry my boyfriend at some point too, but that's not up to us, is it?"

I giggle-snorted like Terry Gross. It was awesome.

I used to have a cat who didn't like water and got Very Concerned whenever I would take a bath. My parents had a jacuzzi tub and every once in a while I'd use it when they weren't home. He would sit on the edge, as far from the water as he could get of course, and meow at me until I got out. I wonder if he thought I…

I was upper-middle class growing up. We never wanted for food, my sisters and I all played musical instruments, got cars for our 16th birthdays, and didn't have to pay for college, etc etc. But my dad would take home food from every single party. I remember once being mortified when he went into the kitchen during a…

This warms the cockles of my black frozen heart. Hurray for Brandon and Dalan!

Interesting. I didn't know the rates were so high.

Last night after my future husband Jean Dujardin won, I said to my sister, "He could totally swear in French right now without being censored and no one would notice."

What ethical doctor would REMOVE HER RIBS to give her larger breasts? Seriously. Ribs = necessary. Breasts = optional.

One in five? Really? Do you have a link?

Huh. I like that better.

I hate makeup on me. Hate hate hate it. Even the tiniest bit of whatever and I feel like I'm wearing a mask. I have not willingly worn it since my undergrad days at Rocky Horror and I imagine it'll take being in a Rocky cast to get me to do it again.

When I'm in the angry phase, I listen to American Idiot on repeat at full volume. When I'm sad, pretty much any soundtrack to a musical. On Valentine's Day when I needed an excuse for great big snotty sobs I watched the music video for Someone Like You. I couldn't get 15 seconds in without soaking my shirt.

These things have long shadows. I left someone almost 6 months ago because I wanted to settle down but not with him, and I've *finally* stopped having twice-weekly dreams where we're getting married. Dreams are your brain's way of trying to figure things out, and unfortunately sometimes we're still trying to figure…

I remember that one too. Nothing I've ever tried has stopped me from biting my nails, so I've given up. My vices are few and as these things go that one's not that bad.

Yes! The peg board! I knew I wasn't crazy.

I can't remember which book this was in, but at one point Mama Bear reorganized Papa Bear's workshop and then Papa Bear couldn't find anything and disaster struck! Until Papa and Brother figured out how to make the workshop neat and tidy without putting everything in drawers.

This is what I was thinking of: [en.wikipedia.org]