passionaria
passionaria
passionaria

Yeah, no creamer, no sugar.

also, when reading her tweet i thought to myself - no matter how exact she duplicates that cup of coffee in the future, it will never be as good. That's just how the universe works. Also, black coffee all day.

You, sir, are missing out on something you may actually like! There are absolutely no tomatoes in caldo verde, not a one.

Gah! What do you have against cold soups??? This why when I was in Paris and tried to order the cold asparagus and lemon soup, I had to swear to the waiter up and down that while, yes, I am American, I know that the soup will be cold and that I enjoy cold soup. The rest of the world assumes we're culinary dumb asses

will NEVER stop rolling my eyes at Christians who are so insistent that their holidays COULDN'T have any pagan roots. dude, enjoy your religion, you do your own crazy thing, but almost EVERY religion coopts things from previous religions. y'all aren't special snowflakes.

Well, this is the consequence of that big huge group of intolerant, ill-humored people getting on a bunch of boats, sailing across the Atlantic and trying to build a creepy theocracy in the "New World." Mike Seaver is making his Puritan Forefathers proud.

Kirk Cameron was my first crush.

ah your words are like honey to me. I hate outsourcing my hosting work to my friends.

If he would listen, someone could explain syncretism to Kirk. Then he might understand that both Christmas and All Saints' Day have /both/ Christian and Pagan roots.

I can't be the only one who hates potluck. After a certain age, you come to my house, I am going to feed you nicely and have nice drinks, and clean and do the dishes after you leave and that is the point. This summer I was asked to a barbecue where we were told that condiments and ice would be supplied, but to bring

Given how prudish and reactionary France is becoming lately, maybe they are.

My boobs are basically around my waist all the time but I love dem. They lovely boobs. All boobs are beautiful.

Do y'all ever feel like there's this extra-special type of hatred for fat women that only a fat man can pull off? I'm not sure if it's my perception or reality but I feel like there's a certain type of fat man who takes his insecurity about his weight out on fat women. Like, "Yeah, I may be fat, but at least I'm not

I have never understood that sentiment about the first year of marriage. Hands down, that was the easiest year of my life. It was just the two of us, total Honeymoon period! For the first time in my life, I had someone totally and completely looking out for me and taking care of me—and I of him. I think it has to do

I'm actually really lucky, in that my parents treated their marriage (as well as child-raising) as life lessons that had to be imparted, rather than "something one just figures out." As a result, they were really transparent about how relationships work - not that they overshared about the intimate details of their

I am 11 months married and I don't find it hard at all.

I would argue that this is exactly why you should live with your partner before getting married - so that you understand what you're getting into.

So I was flipping around the channels tonight and Dazed and Confused is on. I watched about 15 minutes and it made me remember how much I hated high school and how shitty everyone was. Then I thought about my 20's and how it was a little better but everyone was still pretty shitty. Then I reflected on my 30's (which

Watching: either catching up with Inspector Lewis or watching Babette's Feast (my uncle sent me the DVD), and eating a Milka chocolate bar with toffee in it that I forgot I had (hooray for finally cleaning my room!) Also, hiding from my landlady's mother, who is here for the weekend and has hired some drifter to try