Just hearing him talk about having "full on, tingly stomach feeling, nervous obsessive crushes" makes me yearn. YEARN.

Just ordered these paperback bad boys from Amazon, thanks very much! I'm sure I'll consider it the best $.03 I ever spent.

I must have been about 15 (too young to drive, old enough to get into this shit) when a friend's Mom offered to drive a few of us to go see a show in an area of SF that's difficult to get to on public transpo and shitty/dangerous to get to on public transpo if you're a tiny girl. Which we all were. Anywho, I had…

Quick bump to support not leading her on with chats/messages. Not to sound burned or anything, but that's the nicest thing you can do.

Definitely this. I didn't meet my duder online (though we were introduced through a couple that DID meet online, and whose wedding we are heading to next week! hey-ooo!!!) But, through my time on Match.com, I went on dates. I made friends. I had a seriously great email/text relationship with someone that turned…

Patrick Stewart, Ian McKellan, AND Hugh Laurie?! The Old-White-Guy-I'd-Pal-Around-With Trifecta?! That's it. I'm calling it a day, Internet! And you, work! Adios to you, as well, pants! FUCK OFF WITH YOU, BRA.

I had to tear my headphones off and look away from the brachiosaurs... The snorts coming from my cubicle were giving me away.

"Smugfuckwit smugfuckwit smugfuckwit..." going to be stuck in my head all day!

Done. Neither shall be known as anything else, from now on. At least by me.

The sound of a man in dress shoes walking across a hardwood floor. Hairy wrists. Winking.

Did I miss this tagged somewhere? DID I?

Nothing compares to John McClane. I remember my 90s/early aughts love of Bruce Willis, but it was only for when he was in a sweat-drenched, blood stained, smelly-looking tank top (see The Last Boy Scout).

Ah, man, I totally feel for you. It's pretty terrifying to think things SO IMPORTANT can be mislabeled —> DEATH. Manfriend and his allergist have been pals since toddler-hood and it's generally agreed upon that his allergies are getting less severe, rather than worse (how he actually ends up feeling ok without the…

Ugh, that sounds terrible. Mr. Killick has a tree nut allergy as well so I can understand the aversion... Is the allergy so terrible that a benadryl beforehand won't help? He plays fast and loose with the allergy and so far any accidental ingestion has been resolved by popping an antihistamine, but I can understand…

This is from a description of the product on Amazon: Ingredients

I shit you not, I've had luck with the do-it-yourself strips from Sally Hansen. No, they're never as good as a professional brazilian, but they're good for the bikini line in the in-between times. Plus the routine ripping-out of the follicles does actually thin out the regrowth and it's so satisfying! 8 bucks at…

#2 Don't be so angsty

1. Write in the fucking journal. Finish the painting. Bake the cake. Start habits of expression and productivity that allow you to let things out without unnecessarily bringing attention to yourself. 2. You will never have perfect skin. Sorry, toots. You're adorable, but a little bit pimply. It's fine. Even…

I second the nomination. The nomination is seconded. All those in favor?

Ditto all of that. I won one of the lottery tickets to get in to see him and I just sat there and gasped and shook my head and felt bad for all the Federalist Society folks I had displaced.