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Pesto pasta salad is always a huge hit with my coworkers. Pasta, premade storebought pasta, chopped up sundried tomatoes (dehydrated or the kind in oil. It doesn’t matter as long as they’re sundried), and shredded Parmesan cheese. Top with toasted sliced almonds when you serve it if you have some handy. It’s good

This morning, I checked my email and discovered I had ordered a bunch of eyeshadow from one of my favorite indie companies while I was stoned last night. I look forward to finding out what I ordered at some point in the future since I don’t remember and don’t really care enough right now to double-back and check. I

I almost feel like prison is doing a fantastic job of providing a rehabilitative structure for these two girls and teaching them how to be *people* instead of the punching bags they had been their whole lives. It’s horrifying that they had to go to prison in order to get this, though.

She reminds me of Gypsy Rose Blanchard in this respect.

I don’t decorate for Christmas. At all. I think it’s because my mom was so frantically obsessed with it that I get anxious just *thinking* about it. Everything had to be perfect, and she would cry because nothing can ever be perfect, and she always thought it was all her fault. So I just sidestep that by not doing

One of the bosses kind of wigged out on a coworker today when he (the boss) found out she (the coworker) doesn’t celebrate Thanksgiving. It’s his favorite holiday! Why doesn’t she celebrate it? Um, maybe because she’s Indian, and she just moved to the US a few years ago, and they don’t celebrate American Thanksgiving

It’s just the cats (one of whom has spent almost all day lounging right in the middle of my bed, where he is not usually allowed, but I decided to let him in the bedroom today) and me (not a fan of social gatherings), so it’s a snacks and Netflix day. Two movies so far: Beauty and the Beast (live-action version) and

This is a weird tip I read somewhere years ago, but I swear it works: After you’ve applied your lipstick, stick your finger in your mouth and draw it out. This will look extremely questionable, especially if done in public, but it works because it wipes the traces of lipstick on the inside of your lips that would

If this happened a month ago, that would have put their breakup in mid-October, a month after the release of the movie. Did I say breakup? I meant contract dissolution. I did not believe for one second it would last past whenever people stopped taking about the movie. She has to start promoting Red Sparrow soon, so

I don’t usually go anywhere for Thanksgiving, but I went to my brother’s last year, and it was weirdly stressful due to discussions about politics even though they weren’t arguments. I ended up hanging out with my brother in the kitchen (he’s the cook in the family) and talking to my dad about tv shows because neither

I’m a hermit by nature, so the last sentence does not apply to me. Loneliness? Not a concept I understand, although I do have cats, so I’m not *completely* alone. And I don’t do A Meal, so the part about leftovers doesn’t apply, either. But everything else? Fuck, yeah. I think I’ve done Thanksgiving Dinner maybe five

Slightly disagree. Not beloved seasonal classic. Beloved year-round classic. Turkey is quite frankly my go-to meat. I had a turkey melt for lunch today, in fact. And I had a turkey sandwich for lunch Monday, too. And now I’m craving this turkey curry dish I used to make in high school. I don’t do Thanksgiving meals,

Whoops, I thought it was “don’t touch my *weed*.” And it still made sense to me. In fact, I think I prefer my version.

Solo Thanksgiving thread, anyone? Reading about people’s huge Thanksgiving gatherings is actually filling me with anxiety. Long ago, I ended up in a situation where I couldn’t get to family gatherings for the day for one reason or another, so I started just staying home with my cats, watching movies, and having snacks

I’m only done with the second season, but, holy shit, The Americans is really becoming adorably quaint compared to what we can actually see happening at the highest level of whatever is passing for reality right now.

They’re usually just a dram or a nip, so they’re basically taster sets.

There was a whiskey one for a few years. I’m not sure if it’s still a thing, though. And there are a *lot* with beauty products, which quite honestly bring me more enjoyment than chocolate, but then again, my childhood Christmas countdown candies were Starlite peppermints.

The thing that drives me crazy about the new wave of advent calendars is that they’re almost all Twelve Days of Christmas, leading up to Christmas. But the Twelve Days are supposed to start on the day *after* Christmas and lead up to Epiphany aka Twelfth Day on January 6th! They’re doing both advent and Twelve Days

Here: He’s got some life-threatening stuff going on. He had serious gastrointestinal bleeding back in January, but the doctors said he was too frail to operate on and sent him back to prison. Now he’s back in the hospital and probably in some serious pain that I’m going to go ahead and hope he’s not being

I’m simultaneously excited to see what he does next and bummed at the realization that it’s likely to take another year for whatever it is to come out.