Like “OH MY GOD I AM SO EXCITED I CANNOT CONTROL MY BODY! [insert fifteen minutes of awkward headbutts]” Fortunately, he *can* control his excretory functions.

It’s awkward even when you’re talking about these:

This is my cat. He’s an aggressive cuddler Like so aggressive it’s like he’s mad at me. But, no, he just doesn’t know how to be gentle.

Just looking at the stills, I kept hearing one of my favorite classical pieces: Danse Macabre. (Oddly, I used to have it on a Russian Christmas album despite the fact that it’s actually French.)

It’s officially satsuma season! I’ve been checking various grocery stores every few days and finally found some at Whole Foods yesterday. They’re quite possibly my favorite citrus fruit, and they’re only around for a brief period of time each year, so I have to start eating way too many pretty much RIGHT NOW.

Notoriously Morbid (they’re doing a set with some *stunning* multichromes inspired by Tucker and Dale vs. Evil for Black Friday), innocent+twisted alchemy (I love their shadows, and they’re shutting down permanently in a couple of months, so this is a last hurrah kind of release. I went for their Chocolate Reverie…

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…