AND up my navel. The joys of being southern Italian and British - ALL THE HAIR.

If Taystee dies, we riot.

I have a terrible straight-girl crush on Christina Hendricks - started with Firefly, but this show. oof.

I have to dig a butt trench!

It is, especially smeared on a hot sandwich with turkey, cheese, and bacon.

Oh man. The local burrito house makes a *bitchin’* moderately spicy, tangy and slightly sour tomatillo salsa. I just go there to buy an 8oz container every once in a while (and some of their wasabi avocado salsa). Every time I’ve tried to make it, it comes out like ... tasteless green chunks with a bunch of spices and…

I use garlic salt for shaking on the frying pan, but if the recipe requires garlic, I will put in the effort. I have one of those little Spanish grater dishes that you can use on garlic, turmeric, ginger, etc - works great.

“Now?” That kind of behavior was standard in the mid 00s, well before the riots.

My concern was the syrup being mostly high fructose corn syrup with bland mass produced cinnamon instead of yummy stroopwafel butter syrup - and honestly, it probably still IS HFCS, but I’ll give it a go. For science.

Gouda is only really good with some age on it - the young, grocery-store-sliced variety doesn’t have a whole lot of personality. I’ll eat gouda grilled cheese as long as it has a tomato on it to bring out some of the flavor, but I’d really rather just carve chunks off a block of some nice reserve gouda that’s aged…

What I loved about National Anthem was not that they went there with the pig-fucking, but the statement it made about everyone stopping to *watch*.

I really enjoyed One Day At A Time. It’s a liiiittle forced and overeager at first, but I sobbed my way through the S1 finale, and spent S2/3 alternately crying or laughing my ass off.

I have SO MUCH foreign currency in a tin. SO MUCH. My stepfather gave me a bunch from deployments over the decades, a lot of which is currency that is no longer in use, plus what I’ve accumulated in my own travels.

I kinda want to try the stroopwafel McFlurry, but being a diehard fan of the real thing (as in I’ve had a…

My first tattoo was on my shoulderblade. It did hurt, and I had to make him stop once just for a minute or two, but it was almost more just ... very specifically located overstimulation than direct pain for a lot of it (except while going over the bone). The second one was on my neck, and that did not particularly…

Intentionally? The Dominican Republic. Had a boything there. I thought we were dating. Hindsight being 20/20, he just wanted to have his cake and eat it too. 

We sell LaCroix and Perrier at work, and although I prefer the Perrier, I will occasionally get a box of the lime LaCroix, mostly because it’s a larger can for less. Neither is something I’d buy for fun, but I keep it on hand in the fridge because we get hot, sweaty, and dehydrated, and I like to have something in…

Assuming I even remotely qualified to attend, if you ask me - an atheist - to praise God at a barbecue, I am fully capable (and willing) of faking it for thirty seconds for some bitchin’ coleslaw.

Alcohol always magnifies the state of mind I’m already in, which is why I never drink (or at least not more than one) when I’m in a crappy state of mind. That way there’s no blood on the floor! And if someone undressed too slowly for me when I was drunk, I’d just sprawl across the bed and complain melodramatically.…

Won’t work on me - I habitually put uncapped (and retractable) pens through my ponytail because I have nowhere to put them on my work uniform.

Just bring the deet, because summer Scandinavian skeeters are somethin’ else.