You’d think so.

A Cavalcade of Cocksuckers is fucking amazing.

The “I think I should say that I’m seeing someone. It seems that coffee was more than just coffee.” tells me that maybe she’s cutting off contact because it sounds like your relationship slid into that murky is-it-or-is-it-not territory and she doesn’t know how to get out without hurting anyone. That’s a tough place…

YES IT IS. That song has made me like, ugly-sob before.

Sweet lordy Jesus. Yes indeedy.

I see I’m not the only one who’s trying to train Spotify.

Is it like...ethereal pop? Like this generation’s dreampop? Pop with some kinda dreamy synthy beats?

But WHY

I’m still there, stubbornly updating my nearly 12-year-old journal. Even though the communities aren’t what they used to be, I get at least a couple comments from equally steadfast LJers every time I update. Until the site dies, I’ll hang on to my journal, because, my god, that’s a huge chunk of my life on there. I…

No. No, she does not. She went to the same school of wizardry and fabulosity that Gillian Anderson did.

SNAPEWIVES

Dude, I am so sorry. I will bring matches and help you burn this shit down.

God bless America.

This really, really needs more stars.

My real name is Nikki.

Friends from Marquette have posted some very blizzardy pictures. Oh, Michigan, Michigan, Michigan. I miss your meteorological madness, but also enjoy not having to wear shoes when I run outside.

This is adorable.

He’s endeared himself to me on Project Runway. And his tailoring is flawless.

A disco yeti died for that dress.

YES PLEASE. Kill the peplum unless you’re dressing a season 1 Downton Abbey character.