I'd have rather seen the Pam/Lafayette dynamic than Pam and Tara. You know LaLa would be having none of Pam's shit!

OMG STAHP. It's too much!

Lafayette should be in everyone's sex dreams. He's THAT good.

I'm reading the books now and they're written terribly but in a way that you can't stop.

I have a friend doing their thesis on True Blood so let me see if they wanna give it a shot...I anticipate she'll say "No Eric, so pass," but it's worth a shot!

I want this. SO. MUCH. Lafayette just stands outside telling them what a baaaaad idea fucking with a baby deer is and then he drinks tequila. Maxine of course shows up because she's gunning for Hoyt and Summer to settle down. This is the perfect fanfic. A thousand stars!

Summer!! She's like a Southern Stepford and I love it. Hoyt would deal, but he'd roll his eyes as far as they could go where she couldn't see.

Yup. Probably something a liiiiittle misogynistic, but that one holding the baby deer is definitely channeling some Hoyt right now.

I was totally picturing the Bon Temps road crew on this job.

I do enjoy that series, but I have to admit I like the comics version even better.

From Amazon:

There are days that I think Obama's other job could have been a high school teacher. Like, that super popular one all of the kids love and they do a Mr. Holland's Opus retirement party for him.

Weirdest overheard sex related conversation by far though, two women in a used bookstore. They have high shelves separating each section, so there was a barrier behind which I could gape. One woman was explaining to the other about how her roommate had caught her having sex again. Through the course of the…

I lived in a small town and had been dating a guy who was kind of shady, but I didn't have any proof that he was seeing other women. One day I was getting my hair done and talking, as one does, to the stylist about my situation. I notice the woman next to me listening to me rather intently. She suddenly interrupted…

Let me regale you with the tale of an ex of mine who I will heretofore refer to as Shitbag.

Shitbag and I dated for about 6 months, fairly casually. His work shuttled him back and forth between Ottawa and Montreal, so he was only in town about half the time, which kept us from getting too serious. Plus, not long after…

When he gave me a watch engraved with the wrong name engraved. He also was stupid enough to forget the special personal card in the box as well addressed to someone else.